things lost are revealed
in the dark morning lateness
i can’t keep looking
if I don’t miss it
is it really lost at all,
or just when noticed?
in the absence then
we find what we are seeking
or from that, freedom.
I close the front door
still morning lays all before
lost and found within.
Step out of the house
dim morning cold, snow-dusted
the lost remains lost.
I did find what I’d found lost this morning. Not on the first look (and I did go out to the car and look, but not in the right place, but after I’d given up the search and gone on to plan B. When I got back in the car, there was the “lost” object, in plain view.
I blame the gnomes. I would swear I heard giggling on the other side of the car.
