Imagine one day, you open the closet door.
Rows and rows of shoes align,
your shirts, your jackets, your suits, your ties,
and yet you fall into time, into space, and I’m there again,
amidst the dresses, skirts,
the mirror world between us and distance forgotten
as we step back into closets, into time
into familiar and soft things,
and when I reach out through the glass,
it’s you there, amidst the familiar and strange,
where we can walk out of the closet again,
open and gloriously, wonderously and lovingly free.
What struck me during my first reading? Stepping “back into familiar and soft things” brings such memories. I then reread this poem and found myself wondering about your own story. Did you seek your younger self, a lover, a sister or brother, or even perhaps more?
Did you find yourself yearning in other poems, too?
In truth, I do not need to know. Yours is a lovely poem which led me to more questions each time I read it but also an appreciation for more complexity each re-reading.
Well shucks! Thank you so much for this insight; I’ll leave it a mystery, but I love all your interpretations!
Love it, Sara! So many aspects to the ending. Glad to see you back here!
Howdy Mark! Happy to see you here again too; it always cheers me to no end to see friends once again here, but especially such talented poets like yourself. Thanks!