Lost

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive
–
dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you
–
sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone
–
ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface

the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising

every nerve exposed-
in the comfort of her mind
she shuts out the world
–
long afternoon shadows-
an old rocking horse
threadbare and faded

a bicycle bell
she speeds by, skirt fluttering
laughter in the wind
–
She’s gone
before I know
it’s her