Hall Closet History Lesson

What should I find while rummaging through the hall
closet in the quiet late afternoon?
A dusty old confirmation Bible and a box full of forgotten poems.
“So there you are,” I grunted, hefting the box from the back of the closet.
I banged the Bible on the side of the bed and it came alive,
turning pages and talking Gospel:
“Be transformed by your renewed mind.”
Then the poems woke up and started sighing,
I was on the bed, listening and laughing.
I remembered an earnest boy, driving and crying
tears in the tearing wind and rending rain.
The poems cut, folded, and pasted themselves into amazing shapes and figures:
first cars, secret mountains, paperback books, a sack full of love letters,
a shaking hand on a milky thigh, ten toes curled in delight,
a young heart, happy and heaving.