In the Weeds

We have nothing so much
as we have everything
so much as we are
lost in all that
we are and
all that
we have been.

We have found the beautiful
critters in the tall grass
and we have lost them
too, and these things
are only sad in
being
each the same.

We have lost nothing so much
as ourselves, and we are
left searching in the
weeds, grown higher
than our heads, our
hearts, for
words, for words.

When we are in the weeds,
at least we are in the
weeds, even then, even
now. and the real
sadness is that
one day
we won’t be.