For days I looked for myself
\nin the house,
\non the roads.
\nI had misplaced myself somewhere,
\nunder the bed,
\nbehind a door.
\nBut no luck,
\nI remained hidden,
\nperhaps given away,
\nthrown in the trash.<\/p>\n
It was frustrating going back
\ntime and again,
\nto the same places I had gone,
\nand saying,
\nwhere are you, Ted?
\nWhere are you hiding?
\nAre there no words today?
\nDid you oversleep?
\nOr leave without a map
\nand can\u2019t be found?
\nI keep looking.
\nI want to find you.<\/p>\n
There is a silent wail in my ears.
\nA palpitation of the heart,
\nstrange knocks on the wall,
\nas if you were tired of hide and seek,
\nand want to be found.
\nI think I\u2019m going to call in the experts,
\nthe children.
\nThey are so good at finding things.
\nSo fearless in their searching,
\nclimbing up branches.<\/p>\n
They repair broken hearts
\nby the dozen,
\nand fill a bag with them.
\nIf you can be found
\nthey will do it.
\nI already sense
\nthat lost and found will have to
\ngive you up,
\nand I’ll find you playing in the park
\nwith the children,
\nas if you’d never been lost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For days I looked for myself in the house, on the roads. I had misplaced myself somewhere, under the bed, behind a door. But no…<\/p>\n