Your closet shelf, just as I found it, because I want to remember it this way, when you’re five as you are right now. If I blink, I know its inhabitants will change. To what, I’m not sure. To whatever it is that ten-year-olds or fifteen-year-olds keep on their shelves. At the moment, it’s dinosaurs and monkeys and foxes.
Eyes open. Eyes shut… just a moment longer, please.
Joy in the Journey 