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# Pocket
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- Published: 2026-10-15T00:13:24.000Z
- Updated: 2026-10-24T20:04:26.000Z
- Description: “Pocket,” an interpolation of Leonard Cohen's Anthem with my real-time horror of discovering a hole in the basement wall big enough for a fox or a human to enter, prompting memories of Wild Things and fears of invasion, written Wednesday, October 14, 2026 poem 287 in a series of 365 poems written by
- Author: Diana Ludwick
- Tags: 2026 Poetry Challenge, Current Events, Dry Humor, Humor, Loosely Hinged, Maryland, Of Place, Poems, Rants, Snarky, "...A crack in everything", "That's How the Light Gets In", "There is a crack...", Anthem, Autumn, Barrier, Breakthrough, Chemist, Chest Freezer, Christmas decor, Darkness, Demolition, Enshrouded, Fall, Guangong Province, Holes, Home Renovation, I Spy, Kiss, Leonard Cohen, Lumens, Maurice Sendak, Neck, October, Pearl River Delta, Pocket Universe, Shock, Walls, #Migrated-1792872215677, #wp, #wp-post, #Import 2026-10-24 20:03

I spy a pocket universe  
 "There is a crack..."  
Enshrouded in darkness  
Eyes seek the meeting place  
where walls kiss the floor above  
  
 "...a crack in everything"  
  
Neck pivots upwards,   
drawn by the shock   
of lumens registered  
despite standing   
in my cellar, switch 'Off'  
  
 "That's how the light gets in"  
  
We've had a breakthrough  
it appears  
  
The demolition crew  
has pierced our wall  
cracked the barrier   
between one realm  
and another  
  
 And *Where the Wild Things Are*?  
  
They are here   
front seat to my chest freezer  
backstage access   
to our Christmas tree,   
in vertical storage  
eternal verdant flora   
the mark of a wizard  
or a chemist   
in Pearl River Delta  
at a faux foliage and fir factory   
in Guangdong Province  
  
  
I will lie awake tonight haunted  
by the light   
that filled my eyes  
from the depths of the darkness  
of my windowless basement  
and will stay in my soul  
as I wonder   
of the creatures  
that will make their way home  
through the pocket universe  
in the wall  
left by demolition crews  
who care not   
about holes in the foundation  
portals   
into my inner sanctum  
left open  
and unguarded  
  
  
I wish  
this were  
  
a metaphor  
  
  
The hole   
is   
there  
  
The Wild Things  
Are  
  
Where?????