Ode to a Shelf

O sturdy shelf on mine wall

Chaos and clutter beneath thee does fall

On thine surface treasures from far and near

Tales of word, Foucault and Shakespeare

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Thine shape yet will vary

Shifts, contorts for all that you carry

Set within our fortress, lining our walls

Rooms, spaces, and so many halls.

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Wicked items and beloved ones too

Thou doth not judge what shall go on you

Worked endlessly, tirelessly, thankless

Moving space within space, endless

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Edges sharp and sturdy in form

A plane in time wrapped and torn

Forgotten until not

Neglected until bought

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Only time reveals your fate

You hold and hold until it's too late

Your wall gives way, or supports do decline

Perhaps too much, a jump from a feline

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Our treasures you hold, our memories you keep

For nothing you ask, nothing you seek

O shelf, O shelf, aligned and true

Your beauty, your duty, we honour of you