I found that little poem written by Luana Rubin.
My stash is a work in progress,with no beginning and no end.
It is the Milky Way
It is the New York City library
It is the Smithsonian and the Louvre
It is looking out at the window as I fly over the Rocky Mountains
It is a collection of best-loved poems
It is Martha Stewart's spice pantry
It holds memories
It holds stories that have never been written
It is a place of infinite potential
It is all the things in my heart that have not yet been spoken