The Lost & Found
I am lost in the clouds today. I search for something to keep me grounded, for the lovely husband and the white picket fence, for the church on the corner and football games on the big screen. I search for the right words to say and the right dress to wear, for the right time to come and right time to leave.
I find the ground. I find a gypsy lover and a fenceless ocean, God in the sky and a blank notebook begging to be written in. I find the words I need to say that bleed from my soul and wear the black jumper that no one likes but me. I find I am always showing up a little late and always leaving a little early.
I am found in the clouds today.