What Hides in the Drawers
The first drawer opens up with difficulty,
As if no one had tried to open it in a long time.
When it finally comes out, it smells of yesterday,
And I wonder, who was the last one to smell its scent?
The second drawer is covered with a thin layer
Of dust, which hits my face and blurs my eyes.
When I can see again, the dust is still there,
Looking at me, inquiring who I am.
The third drawer sits in front of my extended
arms, just like the present time, passing by.
I want to stop on the third drawer, and not know
What else the chest hides.
The fourth drawer won’t open up, no matter
How hard I try. It’s not an empty drawer,
And yet, it remains closed. I imagine that is where
The dreams went to die.
The fifth drawer stares at me from the
Bottom of the chest, almost defiant.
Still, I want to see what’s in there, if
there’s room for any more laughs.