Closet

On a rack the shirts hang clumped together

  as if hugging tightly for a sort of tactile comfort

  or perhaps fearing separation and solo outings.

  One a bit apart looks vulnerable, limp and alone.

  On their rack the pants all seem half hidden

  each folded lengthwise and doubled on its bar

  the side facing down in the dark and off duty

  content to be represented by the side that shows.

  Below, the shoes are all  in line and neatly paired.

  Sturdier and less crowded than the clothes, they are

  securely coupled and almost serene in repose

  as if each had definitely found its perfect match.

  Used only on the more formal occasions

  covered in plastic sleeves, the suits

  seem on display like choice objects

  you view in a museum vitrine.

  Content, I shut the light and close the door

  on its citizens waiting to perform their duty.