Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Lost - Poetry Wednesday
Oh, what I won't give
For a Google map of locations
For missing things.
I am ordinarily so good
Can find the smallest things
Amid the clutter in my life.
But of late I seem to be missing things
The second set of keys
I keep just in case the first is lost
My favorite hoodie from Canyonlands
The book I should have written this poem in
Did I leave it on the night stand in Raton?
And then there is Kathi, Alan and Marc
I last saw Marc in Raton
But not the same time as my book.
And where is my sense of timing
My ability to reach decisions
My infallible sense of direction.
I keep walking the same paths in my house
Hoping the book will be beside the lost sunglasses
Laid neatly by my spare keys atop my hoodie
I think I am losing it.
It is as if the key to finding myself
Is in finding what I have
Composed on the computer because I lost my poetry journal
Oh, and my favorite pen.