lost keys

The existential dread
Was caught on my keys
for weeks
maybe months, years
no wonder i was weary
and now i’m locked out
the calm a pleasant surprise
the dreary street, peaceful

a puzzle itching to be solved
sits with you in my pocket

a long day looms
i expect there will be tears
before you let me back in
to that Silly Sacred Space
Where we’ll work it out together
and try to leave the dread behind