A poem about defining relationships and finding joy. Published in Ygdrasil, copyright to J. Donald Coonrod. Published in 2007 in Ygdrasil, copyright to J. Donald Coonrod.

It isn’t in Webster’s dictionary,
but closet is there—a recess, locker,
cold storage, storeroom.

And sometimes a storeroom is closest
to what closeness really is—
a heavy burden of truth weighing down,
in or outside love.

Closeness can be plebeian,
an old blanket thrown across
the back of a mule on a long,
joyless journey.

But I see it as twins celebrating, swirling on clouds of cosmic dust
in a world of uncertainty,
their only reassurance, undefined love, destination unknown and a mutual choreography they cherish.