At least not lost

I was looking around

And found

Those who were found

Or at least not lost

Weren’t at the center of it all

They were slightly removed

What they might see as chaos

The Lost call Life

Bees swarming in a hive

Ants in an ant hill

Peace

Outweighed thrill

Brooklyn-bound

Hoboken-bound

Young adults

To just adults

When did peace and sleep

Become important

When did quiet

Become truly quiet

If we aren’t found

Are we lost?

Or just not yet found

Still searching

Questioning

Contemplating

Who is the one who is found

Has it together altogether

I don’t think they are here

As much as I love you, Manhattan

The Found run from you Dear

The still searching list:

The cracks in solid foundation

The disbelief in my mind

Why would you want me

There’s far better voices to find

The not lost list:

The comfort of a friend’s car

Ginger tea before bed

The Complete Works of Emily Dickinson

Singing Rent in my head

I’m not lost

I’m not found

I’m somewhere in-between

At least not lost

For the time being

Written on the passenger side of a car on Canal Street