Rummaging Through Trash
My finger felt unusually light and unconstrained
free of the weight and choke of the gold ring
Did it slip off my finger or I hid it
in a nook beyond my reach
Trying to recollect while
fervently opening drawers,
undressing bed and pillows
I do slip it out when kneading the dough
Might have shoved it in trash with onion peels
I'm elbow deep in-
smelly chicken bones
dripping eggshells
punctured tea bags
rotten spinach
My eyes focus as my mind wanders—
dreams, principles, smiles,
moments, opportunities, friends
I have allowed myself to lose
without any forage
And here madly rummaging for a piece of gold!
Time to sift through mental garbage.
( I found it nestled in a tiny bowl in the kitchen)
Written on 07/18/2016
Contest:Garbage by Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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