Isn't there always something forgotten, something
lost, something gone? Praise this too,
for the blessings it brings. You will seek out
some recourse—reused paper, borrowed brush,
makeshift paint; some other—and make it work.
You will engage a new friend, beg or barter,
find a different, maybe better, way.
You will go where you didn't know you could.
The poet sent this backstory note: "At a recent poet and artist retreat in Maine, I was amused at how many people (including me) had forgotten certain items and how this served to bond us."
Art credit: "My Eye, 2012," 30" x 38" sculpture using unrecyclable plastic bottle caps, by Mary Ellen Croteau.