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.