Comfort
Is
Hidden treasures
Found
In
Deep pocket rumblings
One dollar of change
Three quarters
One dime
Two nickels
Five pennies
Music
At
My
Fingertips
During awkward silence
Clinking coins
Together
Breaks up monotony
During
Long drawn-out
Elevator rides
People, elbow to elbow
Jammed-pack
Car, lift, cage
Rattles my nerves
Tweaking anxiety
I need a distraction
From people without words
Invading my headspace
So
I rattle and roll
Old scrappings
Of
Copper and silver
In
My deep-seated pockets
Clinking
Jingling, jangling
A personal wand
Casting a spell of solace
In my corner
Of
A
Mechanical hoist
Pocket fumbling
Eases my tension
In
Crowded
Waiting rooms
Doctor’s office
Or
Restaurant seating
Gem sifting
With
My digits
I discover
A pair of velvet buttons
Navy blue
Silky smooth
Friendly to the touch
Remnants saved
From
A dress
Grandmother made
When
I
Was eight
Security in time transition
Skin to soft fabric
Transports me to childhood
Calming my senses
While
Among strangers
Commotion, confusion
Pocket fumbling
Warms more
Than
My extremities
During
A
Chill
Tumblings in pockets
Give
My
Feelers-
Thumb
Index
Middle
Ring
And pinky
Grabbings to hold onto
Whether bit by bit
Or
Collectively
And
Sometimes
When life
Becomes
A handful
I let
My fingers do the walking
Creating a place
Of comfort
For
Even if it is only a pocket
It is a hideaway
Just for me
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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