Tawaret, Lost (a poem)

Sometimes, I end up combining things…

I’ve seen the statue
only a small piece remains
Where did the rest go?

The touch of a stranger’s hand
brought me here to see what’s left

If I could trace the memory
what shape would it take?

Would I recognize it as something familiar
or as a stranger I’ve never met?

Maybe a strange figure I don’t recognize
is what I need right now—

if it can tell me something I need to know…

(18 July 2015)