I lost my wallet
Where's my keys
Help me find my cell phone please
Missed the deadline
Stood up my friend
Sorry to be late again
If it wasn't attached,
my grandpa said,
Surely you would lose your head
My head is here
but not my mind
Unattached and unconfined
It flitters, floats,
evades distress
Yet equally hides from success
I hunt myself
Straining to see
The ghost of all that I might be
I am the snare,
my bait regret--
And I am the empty net
I am the breeze
that swirls the sand
In patterns I can't understand
Perhaps half-here
is all I've got
But can I love the me I'm not?
Every trap
I ever set
Hooks something that I soon forget
I am the tangle
and the catch
the White Queen and the Bandersnatch
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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