Published Poems

Finding My Way

What I thought was lost/Finding My Way

         “composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found”

                                                                                               Mary Oliver

Many times, I lose my way

going left when I should have gone right,

going down when up was the better direction,

keeping quiet when speaking was the best path.

I stumble over boulders trying to map

an easy route but find there is none.

On the way to a peaceful path, sometimes

on my hands and knees, I clamber

over rocks.  

I find in wandering,

many questions go unanswered.

Wasted paths turn up

at the strangest moments,

letting me find the lost.

                                                            Remington Review

                                                            Spring 2019