Day 15: Of the things we find

Early in the morning today, a friend of mine sent me a poem about loss by Mordechai Geldman it was centered on the idea of him losing something which he is unaware of and yet he feels that he has lost something to begin with. That notion that we can lose without knowing, I find the first few lines fascinating

"Something in me repeats in an obsessive beat
that I may have lost something
or left it behind
in the café or the bookstore
where I’d been"

I questioned the idea of this loss we are unaware of and I wondered if by symmetry there are also things we find that we must be unaware of and hence I write today "Of the things we find"

Of the things we find

Sometimes in the world we look around,

   We walk around with no concern or regrets,

We are often not guided of our fears and neither promises we carry on or worry about winning a bet

We find solid ground in the words we read,

  We still visit the cafe and bookstores with no fear of what is lost,

Even if that which is not found , remains unknown maybe only the "absence" is our loss

Of things we often find in between sips of the coffee, sitting by the edge reading to yourself,

   Is a warm heart so indulged in poetry it find no retreat better no solitude to confide

He keeps the kindled spirit and the gentle heart, in pages that are dog eared in time

What you find, is it necessarily yours? a reason to read, to find, to question, to define,

  To breathe in the open , to live a dream with open eyes, to paint to no one and to look at the sky?

Then why question the loss if what is found by you, you keep,

   Your loss was never truly yours, it was a moment in time and till the next moment you seek