A while back, I discovered that I had “misplaced,” lost track of 126 poems in my 500-page working poem file that is filled with unfinished poems, “uncollected poems” that I haven’t yet published in my annual-ish printed collection for my family. I highlight poems in red to indicate that I have published them online, or at least as a draft blog entry “in the cue.” This discovery has highlighted, first, that I am even less organized than I thought, but, most importantly, that the tsunami of poetry in my life is more than, well, swell. Of course, I wrote a poem about it!
On the Order of 126 Lost Poems
Like an old friend I haven’t seen
In quiet some time
I get down
Catching up
With infinity
More than many
Right and left
In a whole
Life time
Cleaving to unspoken plays
Ultimately knowing
I can’t
Keep up
Still
The visitation ours
Divine
