09.11.22 perspective

today I let myself get lost
I didn’t want to be lost
but I let myself get lost—
scrub jays calling me toward freedom:
the freedom of a fox carcass
of feathers
a lost glove labeled “TRUST”
and a little while later, its lost mate.
I got lost to the freedom of confusion
the freedom of conversation
the freedom of surprise and a bench in the shade
where there is nothing to do, except nothing.
It was good to get lost
because patience, good humor, and faith is what I found.