I wrote a poem once
About the secret
How we find it and lose it
How we could learn from it
Not take it for granted
At least
I think so
I lost the poem
But I’m always trying to remember it
I know it was important
I know that my 11 year old self
Had an insight into the world that was keen
A sharp mind, open and insightful and pure
I hope I find the poem again
Though it’s likely hopeles
One random college ruled paper with scribbles
Like hundreds of others
Lost among junk and life and forgotten detritus
That is the garage of my childhood
Maybe someday I’ll find it again
The secret
to life
to friendship
to love
The secret
To whatever it was
A whisper of clarity in the fog
A moment of meaning
“I know the answer!” I shall shout
And when it goes again
Maybe I”ll smile
And forever I’ll either search again
for that glimmer of clarity
Or be content to know I knew once
What I needed to know
