A Blue Blanket
by Bob Schwartz
A Blue Blanket
A million items
Flood the closet.
Stacks and shelves
Hangers and boxes
Haphazard cascading
Valued and worthless
Detritus of a life.
In their company
A blue blanket
Carefully folded.
Any night
It may take its place in a dimmed room.
Cover for a middle hours half sleeper.
Blue cloud in a black sky,
Warm soft comfort
Caught between memories and dreams.
The way to sleep and then,
Morning through the blinds,
Folded and away again,
Until another restless night.
Bob Schwartz 
This made me think of a blanket in a homeless person’s belongings. A shock of blue possession, prized and protected with one’s life to the lonely disappointment of the other things collected.
Thanks. Your comment about the essentiality of that blanket made me think of something. The great William Carlos Williams wrote a miraculously simple poem about the significance of one thing (a poem universally assigned to English students because it is so short):
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
He did one about fruit thats amazing