80: The Cache by Dan Gerber

Behind the house in a field

there’s a metal box I buried

full of childhood treasure, a map

of my secret place, a few lead pennies

from 1943.

The rest I’ve forgotten,

forgotten even the exact spot

I covered with moss and loam.


Now I’m back and twenty years

have made so little difference

I suspect they never happened,

this face in the mirror

aged with pencil and putty.

I suspect even

the box has moved as a mole would move

to a new place long ago.



This poem can be found in the volume, Particles: New & Selected Poems.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Did you ever have a box of personal treasures? Or a time capsule you buried so the future Jetsons of the world would remember you?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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