Lost and Found

Lost and Found

Kathleen McNamara


Frightening dream symbols:
my purse, my wallet, my passport,
dark streets in a strange part of a town,
a frantic search.
Where did I leave them?

Kind strangers showing the way,
angels, all of them,
patient, comforting,
pointing out the obvious.
My identity, safe where I left it.
I am not as lost as I feared.

Age, retirement, relocation.
Grandparenting on the horizon.
So much new, too quickly.
I feel so disconnected, so out of place.
The fog of self-doubt torments me.

But this morning there is calm, clarity.
The specter of self-doubt
fades like the ghost moon
in the early morning sky.

I am still me.

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