Losing

One Art
by Elisabeth Bishop

Best poem ever written. It's about losing. Losing car keys, losing love.

I am sure that I am that poem. Someone who correlates losing small things to losing big things. It wasn't until recently that I realized I had control over the things that leave me. Sure, things leave, people die, love resolves itself. But now, I know that I was accepting that things leave. Like they had their own destiny. They left me.

I can keep things close, honor them and hold them dear to me. Even now that I know that they one day will leave my life... I can watch out for those little pieces that mean so much to some and so little to me.

I'm not talking about money. Most people correlate saving money to saving life. I am talking about sunglasses, car keys, socks, and books. I am noticing that memories, joy and laughter are not just fleeting, but precious.

I would give anything to:
talk to my dad again,
have nikki taste my butternut squash lasagna tonight,
touch noses with my niece,
love bitterly,
begin again with maestra,
toast p and green hornet's wedding,
drive my jeep,
feel my ex's reality,
have my cell phone, and
touch my grandmother's hand.

So, take a moment and enjoy all that you have.
It's worth all that and more.