The urgency is everything. You lose
a precious thing. You had it in a store
half an hour earlier. Do not ignore
adrenalin your counsellor, and choose
to run and run and run, although despair
says it is gone forever, lost for good.
And as you run, scan the whole neighbourhood
with running eyes, and run, although the air
is burning in your lungs. The thing that’s lost
sometimes turns up, the last place that you look
whether a ring, a phone, a hat, a book.
The jealous goddess’ whimsy sets this cost.
And if it does turn up, relieved delight
pays for the run. Keep running; it still might.