I have a handle on the situation.

I have a handle on my space and contents.

My vacant hollow.

Or the items of which I house a dozen odds and ends.

I always know what I possess or what may be un-there or missing.

To study my physiognomy, one might think not much or lacking.

But closer on inspection, I am near divine and worthy of great travels.

A true companion of love and comfort, recognition, the familiar.

I have been held in such a clutch and such a love storm

by my mistress and her values.

She takes me abroad a thousand footsteps, always holding on and never once ignoring.

Mostly I am there to steady, to balance her or witness.

She sometimes shuffles through my soul in search of needy things,

like painted sticks and looking glasses of which I keep most dear.

She searches inward and there she looks inside my sacred space.

Full of painted stick and looking glasses,

I am my lady's handbag.

11/13/2007

Posted on 11/13/2007
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