It
It
May 07, 2024
I found something worth finding
Something I have little use for it
Others may politely disagree
One man’s trash is the adage
But this treasure belongs to another
It sits quietly upon my desk
Catching the light of the morning sun
The words, “scintillating” and “iridescent”
Come to mind
As I become transfixed in its aura
My cat discovers this treasure
And assumes it is food
Then assumes it is a toy
Finally assuming that
It is a good time for a nap
If pressed, I would testify
It emits a low frequency hum
Barely audible to humans
But tantalizing
To canines in proximity
The approaching moonlight
Gives it a spiritual glow
As if it were supernatural in origin
Perhaps made of “Star Stuff”
Pronounced best with a Sagan accent
I am reminded of those long ago
Who began quests of epic proportions
To return such an artifact
To its place of origin
Assuaging the Gods that misplaced it
But,
It remains on my desktop
An artifact of lackluster curiosity
Maybe someone will come looking
Maybe it already is looking