Take Me Back

© Matthew Word Bain

a scene inside a scene inside a scene
I want to leaf through memories
like they were in a magazine

imagining
a birthday present
wrappings torn asunder
shiny yellow truck emerging
a child ensconced in joy and wonder
at the newness of this thing

what hides inside an object?
what hides inside me?
does the symbol not
represent meaning?
cannot an object
have meaning
as an object
in itself?

what if
my relationship
with objects
is an explication
of my relationship
with my past
with myself

a touchstone
replete with meaning
a portal to the past
a placeholder
for memory
for those
who
like me
otherwise
have no access