finding the lost key

have you seen a key,
the woman said, as I began my walk around
the lake.

I've lost the key to my car,
it's somewhere on this five mile path
that circles the lake.

she's alone, her phone is dead.
it's cold.

I tell her to wait, i'll do my walk and
look for it.

which seems impossible with all the leaves,
all the different trails
that lead
in different directions.

but I find her key. a silver key.
it's right there before me,
three miles in. lying at my feet.

it takes an hour to get back to the lot.

she's still there,
leaning on her car.
I hand her the key. she says thank you,

then drives off. I have no idea what
any of it means.

but it means something. that the impossible
is possible.

that what you're looking for is out
there. just keep walking and believing.