Tag: Member Poem

Well, this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Where do things go,
the sock missing from the dryer,
the dog’s squeaky toy,
the missing set of keys,
that original copy of a birth certificate
you need to renew your passport?

Is there really a mystery place
where lost things gather?
Is that what purgatory is?
Where is heaven?
Where did love go?
Once it is lost
will we ever see it again?

David Jibson
Ann Arbor, Michigan