I started out searching in regular places:
under the coffee table, between seat cushions;
I could always find a couple handy ones
hiding between the pages of the dictionary,
but like a pair of lost keys, the first few places
often yield unsatisfactory results—particularly
when one is in a crazed rush to find them. Then,
under the pressures to get going, I will begin looking
in stranger places—like underneath the sink,
inside the empty spaces of an egg carton, and
even within the frozen depths an ice tray,
like fossils hidden in the arctic that are needed
to complete the evolutionary chain
that is the last poem I need for my book.
But then it will happen, in a sinking sigh of relief,
that I will spot them sticking out on the counter
beneath that morning’s newspaper,
which sports a headline that always seems to read
that the world is coming to an end.
And now that the words have suddenly
put me in motion, I can’t help feeling silly
that I didn’t spot them lying there sooner.
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