My walking archive of knick knacks from around the house... as I don't really collect things from walks.
A green aventurine Buddha
squats adventureless on the windowsill -
laughter lines gathering dust,
his smile, an enigma, still.
An opalescent pearl heart
catches light from a door.
A découpage decorated birdhouse
never to go outside.
A sundial paperweight on a shelf,
its gold wing slicing time
into shadow and light; a reminder
of all its wealth and wrath.
A glass jar of bleached shells,
bones of a beach walk from long ago.
A solar lightbulb with flowers
suspended on the inside.
A family of shiny red Russian dolls
standing in descending order.
A dozen - or just under -
glass votive holders.
Totems of happiness and/or luck.
Reminders to live, laugh, love
before it is all too late.
A museum of collectibles cataloguing
flotsam and jetsam moments
from the tides of time gone by.