It’s not in my purse or my wallet or my pocket; left in the car, upstairs or downstairs – in the garage.
I’ve spent hours Searching through papers, junk drawers, computer files- Googling for links, clicking through and back. Checking the cupboards, the kitty litter, the soap bubbles in the dish water. Calling my contacts, my voicemail, my mother. Consulting my horoscope, tarot cards and tea leaves. Retracing my steps, practicing asanas, asking the questions.
I’ve examined my heart, read my own words and hoped for a sign. Maybe it’s still in my dreams, because I woke up with neither a thought nor a smile.
I’ve looked everywhere, exhausted the possibilities –for today.
Tomorrow, I’ll look some more.