Losing things becomes more dangerous the older we get
Because others assume our decline into oblivion
So we search alone.
Searching is frightening because it is time-travel, backwards,
Remembering what we were thinking and who we were
When we lost the thing.
We lose things because we have things to lose.
Our temper, rings, hair, family keepsakes,
And our dignity.
Sometimes we find something we weren’t looking for –
Coins in a pocket, faith, love,
An old friend in need.
Today I will pre-empt loss by discarding everything,
Then I will stand on the lawn and watch dandelions
All their sky-bound seeds.