I’ve been looking for answers this week.
They are not in homemade lunches for two, loaded with garlic and served with milk.
They are not in iPhone apps.
Not in Miley’s backpack.
They are not in favorite songs.
Not in old pictures.
They are not in naps —
nor freshly shaven legs.
Not in my email or bank account.
They are not in reading Faulkner on the couch with a cup of tea.
They are not in clean laundry.
Not on the radio.
Not in my mom’s vegetable garden.
They are not in the pool with my baby.
They aren’t in my full tank of gas.
Not even in the lightening storm combined with fireworks.
I feel stuck
— frozen in the hottest week of the year.
Other places to look:
The movie theater?
Under the couch?
Waking up early?
Where would you look?