ENCODED

I lost some time
the other day,
at first I thought
I’d put it away,
but when I looked
it wasn’t there,
in the drawer or
under the chair.
I was so sure
that I would find
where it was hiding
deep in my mind,
maybe I’d encoded
it while I was asleep
within a dream where
it could keep itself
until the day
when it was really
needed so I could
stay in the present,
not there or when
I know that I will
find it then.

Morganpoet