GONE MISSING

by Joanna M. Weston

I lost what I was looking for
whatever it was
shoe    light switch
bridle    life-jacket

if I could peer
round that building
over that hedge
I’d find     hang onto
if I knew what it was

flat tire     scarf
tree where we picnicked
anchor    cry of actors

oh the frustration
of catching that glimpse
as it flicks out of sight
        a rattling echo
        of something or other