In the crevice of the black bag

Miniature batteries wait

To perk up my hearing aids

After they announce their depletion

With Beethoven’s Ninth.

Wax guards line up

To be a protective shield

To scare away

Gooey imbedded ear wax.

The dirty smooth cloth

For smudged Costco glasses

Flaps in another pocket.

The sugared gum

From the 99-cent store

Is a last resort

When I fall asleep

While watching television

The chewing motion

Keeps me awake.

My trusted Kindle is filled

With Lawnboy by Paul Lisickly

And Oliver Sack’s

A Leg to Stand On

I pray they will keep me engaged

And not let my critical eye

Destroy my reading pleasure.

The I-phone stands tall

With stock market status

Weather,

And my blog hits.

I can’t smell

The trader joe mints

Prevent an embarrassing bad breath.

The zippered sections

Leave room for surprising finds

To cheer me up

The bag is a trusted friend

That travels with me.