I’ve somehow abandoned my keys
they’re the most lost set of keys
on the planet
or perhaps they feel mighty free right now
whatever
guilty from birth
I forever lose objects, people, my mind, the way
my subconscious mantra of
I must possess
surfaces on pedestrian occasions
a small ask
just some “lost and found” justice
not for memories shed, no
on this corner of the globe
with my ship adrift, I’m more in need of a sail
time to deal with
abandonment issues
let this loss be what it is, lost
get new keys from the landlord
swim out of the ether and dry myself off
all attempts to distract from the goal
thwarted at the entrance
soft tissue, nerves, bones, and brain resist
I turn my thoughts within
and wait for daylight
possessing a key is a full-time commitment
but what about mismatched keys?
I write a poem for each
separate them
from the clutter in my mind
right at home in the bewilder-ness, I am
call me mad, they do
I don’t know how they know
because I only talk to others
when I’m alone.