Of Plaster, Glass and Wood

i am searching for antiquities
antiquities which I might revere--
under magnification or naked eye, even with eyelids shut, clasping the things in my bare, excited hands,
feeling the weight, the texture, sniffing the faint aroma of the things,
imagining --embodying for a moment-- the artisan...  

a pleasant enough distraction
from the foibles I create and the trinkets I burrow among

so freakish the notion that today's kitsch
will someday be antiquities as well

one more nuisance
one more annoying reminder of my personal finitude.