Following on the heels of losing
my shoes at the creek two days ago
I didn’t lose them exactly but they were gone
when I went to get the rest of my things
all there except for shoes, not an especially
distinguished pair, part of me was flattered
that a stranger at the creek actually wanted them
I walked to the car barefoot no problem
except for poison ivy anyway losing my shoes
seems linked in a funny way to waking up
today to find no laptop on the table
and today’s my day for Yoga With Jill today on Zoom.
A phone in my hand doesn’t seem yoga adequate
though maybe it is. Peter has
a find your laptop app. No Laptop.
Ahava said she saw it on the table
but it wasn’t mine. I am alas
laptop addicted and began to wonder
if I should go to Albany today to buy another one
but what about Everything on It
when Chesray appeared to say our laptops are identical
and maybe mine was on her dresser. And it was.
On Thursday I went into a panic because I thought I lost my mobile phone, with all my contacts, photos, messages, etc. I remembered where I last used it on the way home, but it wasn't in it's normal place when I was about to go outside again. I called it from my cordless landline, and all I got was total silence. Panic set in, I went out to meet someone who had been calling me and didn't know why I didn't answer. She showed me that when she called my mobile phone, it rang. I went back home, and there it was in the living room, ringing away. Apparently cellphones (at least this one) don't respond to cordless phones, but they do to another cellphone. And to think that we once functioned without laptops and cellphones!
It's what's on it that really matters. Glad you found it.
And one word for Substack on poems: Heathens.
--Barbara