BITS AND PIECES

BITS AND PIECES

By Jean Calvert

I have a big brown envelope

I’ve been filling and carrying for years.

It’s filled with gold –

A photograph of a young Afghan

throwing rocks at a tank.

A poem by Ferlinghetti.

A drawing of Reverend King.

A speech by Clarence Darrow.

Two pictures of a love I knew.

A tiny painting by Monet

And a huge painting of

A dinosaur

Two rabbits

And a duck

Given by a boy I love as my own.

All bits and pieces of me.

I’ve kept them

Collected in an envelope

Waiting for a house where I could put

Bits and pieces of me

On a wall.

But a home is where one is understood.

A home is where there is love.

There never was a wall

That could share one’s soul.

Walls are only good

For hiding behind.

A home is where one is understood.