I’ve taken to visiting thrift stores
and antique shops
every chance I get.
Once I visited to drop things off,
now I visit in search of
things I don’t know I am looking for
until I spy them.
Last week I found this recipe box
just like the one I owned when
the children were small.
That’s a block of time on the calendar, you know,
an entire lifetime, actually,
“when the children were small”.
My little tin box was filled
with index cards,
each bearing a recipe
for something that would feed us.
It seemed to simple then,
when the important things,
the nourishing things
fit on an index card.