Rummaging                                                                                  

 

I go rummaging for beauty

Through flea market goodies

Looking for the perfect bauble

To decorate my plain room

Fondling an embroidered pillow

With fingers trembling in anticipation

Feminine lace and pink velvet cloth

Enticing me to touch

A treasure to fill my empty days

With sentimental contemplation

In moments of quiet desperation

As the clock ticks ominously

Piercing the silence

With prophetic urgency

Shadows enfolding me

Like angel's wings