Saturday, May 28, 2016


                    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.