These are the things I thought to save:
……shells from Cape Cod circa 1977
……an orange Sears towel from my grandmother’s house
……and the necklace she gave me from her trip to Arizona
……the dissected photos of my parents’ wedding
……my Dad’s watch, overnight bag
……(also, his hardcover copy of Walden with margin notes)
……Winnie the Pooh……in the red shirt my mother mended
No matter the flood of seas or tears, accidental fire or the kind that comes with brimstone, and with all apologies to Buddha of course, I will suffer these attachments — these glimpses of a past life, the smells of cedar and déjà vu.
