Lost—
something I had found
something I had found
now seems lost
among the detritus,
amid the clutter
and the ephemera,
perhaps in some crack
between one tyranny of obligation
or another,
or perhaps by accident.
among the detritus,
amid the clutter
and the ephemera,
perhaps in some crack
between one tyranny of obligation
or another,
or perhaps by accident.
Where are you?
Where am I?
What is all this,
that clogs both time and space
and moreover needs
sorting,
mending,
cleaning.
that clogs both time and space
and moreover needs
sorting,
mending,
cleaning.
What?
Where?
Why?
Well, perhaps it is not important.
Or perhaps I am what is lost.
© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
