Exploring the law reminds me of
Tiptoeing through abandoned buildings as a child
And finding dusty calendars tacked on a wall
With loopy cursive anticipations—
Rotary dial telephones and wooden recipe boxes
Left for what? Tuesday dinner September 23, 3034?
What is any written record for—
If not for us quietly to explore like children looking for something more
Than whatever today’s plans hold?
Do not forget to close the kitchen door
On your way out. This life is one plate
In a stack on a waiter’s hand that holds a dozen more.