I'll Find It

wrapped in fog
of my own,
drawn to a sandbox -
I think this is where I’ll find it
A discarded toy shovel
bent from building dreams
half buried -
and I begin to dig
thinking maybe
this is where I’ll find it
I dig
The top sand warm
cool and moist deeper
I dig
Long silver ribbons of laughter,
childish chatter and screams
the playground around me
is a world away
I dig
Starting from the center
spiraling around and around
slowly sifting the sand through my fingers
I dig
thinking maybe
this is where I’ll find it
Whatcha doin, mister?
Shading his eyes against the bright sun
s young child
Watching me
I dig
I’ll find it somewhere.
Oh.
I really must find it
Oh.
I dig
The sand is comforting
easy to sift through
but I must be careful of
broken glass or
dreams or -
maybe that corner
is where I’ll find it.
Be careful, mister
my mama told me to be careful cause
sometimes there are dragons and
things
buried -
maybe over there
is where you lost it.
By and by I just dig
careless of care
or cause
content in the flowing warmth
of the shifting sand
until alert to…
maybe here is where I’ll find it
I digged to the bottom once, mister
the boy startles me -
and found a shiny rock
brown and red and yellow -
My mama likes rocks - pretty rocks
but I couldn’t get it out
I just looked at it -
Haven’t cha finded yet
where ya lost it?
The sun warmed sand invites me
to surrender my search
just stretch out and dream
forgetting covered dragons
and brown and red and yellow rocks
and that maybe
this is where I’ll find it.
I dig
Perhaps half of the sandbox
And I’m very tired
patience, persistence
will surely be rewarded
I dig
Hey, mister, I gotta go home
starting to walk slowly away.
Again I am startled -
I pause, look up,
“Thanks for your help,”
I offer.
He turns and continues walking.
I dig
Then running, his bucket swinging
He stops at the edge of the trees
turns
Hey, mister
Loudly shattering the silence
Didja ever think maybe
ya got the wrong
sandbox?