Sunday, February 15, 2015

Lost and Found

I'm lost in the glow of glittery things, yet no diamond.
     First known when lost!
I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all.
     What's left to lose?
Moments, their perfume lost, can't be found again.
     No, nothing's ever lost!
I have lost my back and forward. What do I do when lost?
     Stand still. The trees and bushes beside you are not lost.
(Space lost its vast dimensions and
drew comfortably around them.)

I finally lost my fear.
     Wherever you are is called here.
(She found and lit a last candle.)
     I found one of your poems today. I keep them all in an envelope.
I've seen you but I'm only now finding you.
(He found himself thinking of the green park a year ago.)
I found I could say things with colors and shapes that I couldn't say any other way.
     I found you like a trinket in an old trunk.
(He found the answer down on his knees, found the great treasure standing all open.)
Free me from worry, that familiar pain, that trail lost and found.
(A clear head will find itself.)
     Wherever we are is called here. 

A Letter to My Students

I don’t say it enough, but I care about you. Each of you. That’s why I’m here. It’s too much work to do it for the money, so there must be ...