Musty Box in My Mind

Opening the box,
Dust and memories fill the air.
I'm reminded of an old paperback,
Twenty thousand leagues under my childhood.
I sift quickly at first,
Absently feeding on memories,
I forgot still stood.
Then I slow and absorb,
Treasuring the thoughts.
Old camera flashes,
Cheap plastic Christmas trees.
Dark autumn mornings,
Polystyrene glue and Spitfires.
Walking to school,
Playing with friends long left behind.
Oblique emotions,
From a unique time.

Bret Higgins 2007