Place

A short poem of loss and search, where even cosmic images cannot stabilize what has already come apart.

The poem's entire content is a failure to locate: 'I did not place it / I looked for it.' What was lost and what was sought are never named, which makes the poem a pure expression of displacement — the condition of searching for something whose identity has been forgotten along with its location.

In a collection titled 'On Your Way In One Place,' this poem about losing placement is the title's dark mirror. Being in one place does not prevent the loss of what that place was supposed to hold.