I left my belongings at the gate and hurried inward to my fate.
I rang my sister about my brother and did one or two or more things other.
Then I said, where are my things, who knows what misfortune brings.
I looked high and low and on the floor, then gave up, no more, no more.
I settled for a substitute, bitter fruit.
Later I went out again and discovered my belongings then.
Cigarettes, a lighter and a pen.
A lapse of memory occurred.
This is not my final word.
I found what’s lost, oh welcome home!
Turn of the tide, bedecked with foam.
10th October, 2017