The Cache

Behind the house in a field
there's a metal box I buried
full of childhood treasure, a map
of my secret place, a few lead pennies
from 1943.
The rest I've forgotten,
forgotten even the exact spot
I covered with moss and loam.
 
Now I'm back and twenty years
have made so little difference
I suspect they never happened,
this face in the mirror
aged with pencil and putty.
I suspect even
the box has moved as a mole would move
to a new place long ago.

Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2017 by Dan Gerber, "The Cache," from Particles: New & Selected Poems, (Copper Canyon Press, 2017). Poem reprinted by permission of Dan Gerber and the publisher.