Rummaging

Did I leave it in my pocket

Next to the keys to my home

Or in my wallet, or with my phone

Is it somewhere on my desk

Tucked between my notes

Or in a box I should have thrown

Perhaps I left it with a friend

Like a backpack or a sack

Or a book I won’t get back

I really hope it wasn’t in the trash

Where birds might squabble

To pick my precious apart

Everyday I go through a routine

Looking for my mind

Thank God I find it

Most of the time

#poetry #morning #rummaging