Jason de Koff

The Attic: Tomb of Time

I don't remember when I moved to the attic,
it started as a grand adventure,
that soon became an endless rotation,
of black, to gray, to black mosaics.

The days that passed,
were difficult to count,
though it could be determined,
by the thickening film that obscured my vision.

Then there was light,
great movement and noises,
and my exhumation,
flaring all of my senses.

Coming downstairs,
I saw the world had changed,
fewer people, older faces,
different energy than before.

Primped and polished,
I was placed in a window,
the one that used to frame,
school bus comings and goings.

I delighted in this end,
of the top floor monotony,
to see smiling children's faces again,
passing by, and pointing, and excited.

This was the life,
my golden years,
my great awakening,
to enjoy the rest of my days.

Then I was plopped,
back up in a box,
cardboard sarcophagus from before,
alone with my teddy bear dreams.

ABOUT THE POET

Jason de Koff is an associate professor of agronomy and soil science at Tennessee State University. He lives in Nashville, TN with his wife, Jaclyn, and his two daughters, Tegan and Maizie. He has published in a number of scientific journals, and has over 40 poems published or forthcoming in literary journals this year. Jason can be found on Twitter at @JasonPdK3