Tonight I dumped my memento drawer into a box
And turned on Nature, to accompany my foraging
Through ten years of precious moments caught on paper
Programs, postcards, thank you notes from actors, writers
Stage Left this and that. A pile grows at my feet.
There’s the TC folder. “All My Children” schedules.
Estrogenius and Left Out and Women at Work
Festivals. And at the bottom, a quick poem
Dashed off when the first Stage Left was new.
And I was grieving for my mother and best friend
Died two weeks apart.
Right before I moved out of the condo
My ex helped me move–
a good man.
He found the first Stage Left in the New York Times
Real Estate section.
In between the deaths
The day after a real estate agent told me,
“What you seek does not exist. Good luck.”
I found it.