Studies In Closet

Thirty years elapsed before the similar circumstances would repeat.
Tim walked into the closet, sat down and stared out.
30 years before, the oak had yet reached the window in front.

30 years before, he rolled up a joint and smoked up the wardrobe.
30 years ago ---"ago?"--- that's a queer word. Is it a compound?
30 years later, Tim occupies the same body in almost the same effects.

Minus the wardrobe and the cannabis. of course. Closets are so utilitarian.
More so than kitchens where other issues evolve.
More than bedrooms. Oh, certainly more than those,thank God!

Philosophically speaking, closets are more like bathrooms
Places that lend themselves to pondering existence,
and internal examinations. There's hardly a better place to pray.

30 years ago, this closet moment would've been a dream come true.
All the beer I can drink, all the poetry I can write.
It's my closet, not yours. Find your own, if you please!

A boy in his tree house,
and me where I sit.
Closet and time and Timothy Xavier O'Lear.