The Cabinet

How amazing
that the mind remembers
what it knew not it absorbed.

When that moment of youth
floods in,
as Nature knocks without warning.

I stood there,
displaced, yet planted.
Looking into my past, just by chance.

By chance!
How twisted - or precise -
That which orchestrated my beginning, and their end.

They who did not suffer
and I who did not care,
for Nature had not yet knocked on my door.

The door that was light,
now it is dark.
But I remember it clearly, of how it once was.

And I noticed its absence -
the cabinet inside,
when I saw where I stand, and amended my pride.