Lost and Found
by Nicole Petroski

Sometimes I lose myself in poetry
My spirit flies on ancient wings
And I dream so many things

Sometimes I lose the poet in myself
Filled with the sorrow of death and goodbyes
Words are drowned by the tears in my eyes

And when I find myself again
Where will I be? What will I think? Who will I see?
Will I write what is, or only what I wish could be?

                          Photo by Michael Petroski