Misplaced

 Sometimes I misplace things,

a favourite jumper, books, keys, friends, glasses…..

I search
house, car, handbag, shed, garden, street, office, neighbour, stranger, café, phone, files, folders…..

Can I replace it? Can I do without?
Where did I put it? When did I last see it? Why am I so careless?....

I’ll have to wait,
hope it turns up.

I misplaced myself.

I search
silence, stories, science, dialogue, monologue, genes, memes, religions, rainbows, moments, memories…..

Can I? Can I?
Where, when, why?....

I’ll have to wait,
hope I turn up.

May 2020