Lost & Not Found
My favorite hat,
somewhere in Montana.
Denim blue, faded
almost white --
proclaiming an alma
mater in a font
no longer favored --
Though never my identity,
I did love that hat;
I had found my tribe --
people raised to care.
Found a home, a love,
even a career.
But better to wink at fate
than defy it. And
turn away from
the mesmerizing past
by which
I consistently measure --
There's too much wonder
to be wandered --
Windshields are wide
for a reason.
Published by
Martha T. Terrell
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