knowing

a woman
stops you on your walk
along the lake,
she's crying.
upset and trembling.
i've lost my
key she says. i
can't get home.
my phone is dead.
i don't know
what to do. it's
black and
red, she sobs. if
you see it can
you pick it up
and bring it to me.
i'm circling
back around, she
says. i have
to find it.
the paths are wet
and full of leaves.
it's a five mile
walk around,
with many paths
and diverging trails
to take. it seems
impossible, but
as you walk you feel
as if you'll
find her key.
and you do.
it nearly jumps
into your hand
as you knew it would,
lying there
in the gravel
and sand.