Toy Cupboard

And so I stand again in front of the white toy cupboard
its broad doors flung wide
to reveal its two shelves and its floor,
the etch-a sketch, the humming top,
the wooden truck with the barrels on the back.

I know it all so well, want none of it,
want instead to pull them all out,
leave them strewn on the floor
like a ransacked toy shop,
climb inside the cupboard,
close the doors.