Lost Keys

Where is my key?

Did I lay it on the mantle.

or did it drop in the sand?

I just can’t believe

that I have lost that key again.

Out here in the cold

I can’t help but wonder

will I ever get inside,

or have I locked myself forever

from where that warmth I need resides?

Walking through my past,

retracing every step,

frantic to remember

what possibly I’d done,

that so dear I would surrender.

Humility submits

with open hand extended

I had held aloft that key

earnestly awaiting

any takers there might be.