Everything has changed. People keep saying this. Our dressy shoes go nowhere. Our velvet jackets hang lonely in the closet, if we’re lucky enough to have a closet. In the Californian Charlie Pendergast’s poem from his new book, “Used With Permission,” a shirt makes an exciting imagined foray back out into an altered world — my favorite line is “purported to be once again at large” (as we dream of being!). Objects in our close worlds carry their own hopes. How could we have known how intimate we would become with cycles of light and daily routines?