What a joy! To find such a precious commodity
at the seat of one’s pants!
See how it clings to one’s belongings
While leaving half the things hanging out
Marvel at its skills of misdirection
For when you reach for it
It is never there!
Oh, you unassuming fabric square!
For no other has Juvenal’s old adage
“The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief’s face”
Been so untrue
(For a thief cannot steal from what is not there)
Like an oasis in the desert
Merely a mirage to bamboozle
Or the giver of immense satisfaction
Here’s to pockets!
May your space be plentiful
And your existence real!