© 2020 Barbara Grace Lake

Where has it gone
The thought I had a minute past
So fleeting, so ephemeral.
A problem solved?

Where do thoughts go
The ones I can’t retrieve
But nag from closets dimly lit
Within my mind

Perhaps a poem
Bright awesome in its clarity
It might have been a work of art
If ever found

And while I search
Continue on some lesser thoughts
Like words in ink I put to page
Assembled here