Pockets

Grandfather’s pockets burst with things
Pockets rich with a metallic clinking
A scattering of coins, a pocket knife, a collection of keys on rings

My daughter’s pockets aren’t quite clean
Pockets charmed with an elfish winking
A penny (heads-up), sweets gained without strife, weightless of burdensome things

My own two pockets stress not at seams
Pockets enhanced with a digital thinking
Access to accounts, a scheduled life, a collection of buzzes and rings

Time’s pockets conceal what all of this means
Pockets enchanted with a perpetual shrinking
A gathering of hearts, a curious life, a passion of pulses and rings

Image credit: Farmer (1923), Norman Rockwell