Your Stuff

you’ve embedded
tiny angels
within the keepsakes
you carry everywhere

to inhabit wallet
key chain
and jewelry

peace
through possession

called out to cheer you
with a touch of your fingers

but you weary of it
at night
lie naked in bed
lay your stuff aside
and sleep in poverty
without your usual fear

but if you rise
after midnight
disturbed by
something

it may be those angels
cutting loose
noisy and free

the manacles
that have bound them to your safety
have been unlocked
by your lack of attention

since you’re already up
you might as well try
to stay awake
without having your stuff around
to protect you

see if you can recapture
the peace you had
when you had nothing
in your sleep
and your dreams