Old Calendars
Do you ever have a hard time throwing
away old calendars, afraid of losing
the places you’ve been, the memories
made so you stash them away, hoarding
them like precious gems, coins in a treasure
chest, stack growing ‘til it reaches the sky?
From the first line, I imagined every calendar I never threw out. I keep all of them. I tell myself it’s because I want to save them for art projects (I am a high school teacher) or for other things the future holds for them. Truth is, I just don’t want to lose the time.
“hoarding/them like precious gems, coins in a treasure/chest, stack growing ‘til it reaches the sky?” conjured those piles of everything I long to save for “later.”
Thank you for this piece.