Rummaging

Thoughts unspooled and words as yet unwritten
A rummaging in closets, some unopened fifty years
pulling down memories, like old clothes
Wondering if they'll go together, fabrics complimentary
or better thrown out, dragged into the street

Several hats I wore no longer fit this head
The scuffed and well worn boots now pinch my toes
yet scarves of remembrance, still warm to touch
A soft shirt also fits, jeans comfortable with age
Some of it may enhance my current fashion

Perhaps an outfit here, something worth the time
Grabbing, pulling off hangers, some dropped
others brushed off, held up against the light of now
Knowing if the combination doesn't work
at least there's warmth, a covering of nakedness