This time capsule in my mind’s tomb
I step inside my past, and loom
grounded by olive patchwork floor
always slightly off-kilter door
memories of my girlhood room

Do glow-in-the-dark stars illume
the ceiling still? Can I presume
a child pretends there once more
this time capsule in my mind’s tomb

Antique mirror to primp, dare, groom
behold the wild flower bloom
paneled walls too thin to ignore
the chaos of those days of yore
Will I return? I don’t assume
this time capsule in my mind’s tomb