Right where I left it

I looked under the cushions on the couch

The fourth drawer down

(that contains tangled bits and bobs)

I looked in my dressing table trinkets case

Dug under piles of lace

Unearthed missing pairs to odd socks

And found many other things I had “lost”

Yet I couldn’t put my hands on it.

I looked in my phone

My computer

My iPad

I

had

a

really

good

look, I must say

But it was only when I couldn’t even settle into the pages of a book

That I realised

You can’t find happiness in the same place that you lost it

You have to get up and find someplace altogether new

to see where you may have dropped it

And if you’re lucky, while you lose yourself

in a beautiful view

It might amble up beside you

And climb into a pocket

I’ve been immersed in my photography, writing on the side. Waking up with ideas for the day. I’m one of those people who must be creating, cooking, painting, gardening, writing, photographing…or I become stagnant and listless.

Happiness is cheap, for those of us who create. We literally create our own.

17 thoughts on “Right where I left it

  1. Oh, man, Kate! “You can’t find happiness in the same place that you lost it”! And I love “it might amble up beside you/and climb into a pocket”! Wonderful poem! And I really appreciate your concluding paragraph. Me too! I go bat-shit if I’m not creating in one way or another! “Happiness is cheap” — I’ll remember that! 🙂

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