And there under 
a mossy log
I found it
dropped and forgotten 
maybe left behind 
in some haste 
or hurried home 
never quite sure 
where or when 
yet one day 
as I walked 
a familiar path 
I saw its 
whispering glint its 
gentle glowing eyes 
of the bear
that so long 
ago had remained 
in the wood 

I orchid
sit snuggled
in a
square window 
high atop
the bathroom 
we blossomed 
recently five 
yellow red
smiles here
in our 
happy place 
called home 

I have slowed
both my steps
and my aspirations 
I have found 
that there’s nowhere 
left to go 
the races that 
I have run 
now behind me 
a park bench
and tired feet 
know me now 

There is
no i
only us
there is
no you 
or me
there is 
only we
to be 

I did
but forgot 
on purpose 
or accident 
knowing that 
the thermals
would lift
and take 
me to 
the place 
even though 
I had 
no idea 
trust does