Lost Key

I got myself locked out of the garden
emotions and technology can conspire
when you stop looking for the leaves
during winters’ snowfalls

Dreams do not supplant reality
when people are waiting for you
and they do not know what to ask
you smile from the clouds and then realise
you can not remember yourself

there is too much to do
and the afternoons were too demanding
it was not long before the bits floated away
from you

you rifled through boxes of another time
lots of queer statements about tone of voice
to contend with

and now the silence peace as everyone seems to have
gone fishing at the same moment