LOSING AND FINDING
I’ve lost my pair of glasses somewhere near—
I mean they’re in the house and can’t be far,
And surely with more searching, they’ll appear,
But I cannot imagine where they are.
And so I thought I’d better write a poem,
Which is a practice of discovery
That forces me through all my thoughts to comb
To solve each day a different mystery.
If nothing else, to write would tune my mind
By pressing me to seek out beats and rhymes
Until what I am looking for I find,
As I have done before so many times.
Now, ending this, I’ll take another look
Scouring every cranny, crevice, nook.