what's lost

you can understand
how things get lost,
how they fall
between the cushions
of your day.
keys and coins,
numbers scribbled
in haste.
you get the cloud
about you
that hides the land,
washes away
the sea and sky.
disregarding the wink
or nod, or slight
that's said
off hand. so much
is lost that we
don't know, so much
left behind that
we don't go
back for.