"The art of losing isn't hard to master."
–Elizabeth Bishop
I lost my bank card yesterday;
and now my wallet’s gone astray.
I’d lose my mind if it were mine
to lose, but there’s a hazy line –
I cannot say that I am sure
I own this brain with good, secure
title – I miss my train of thought,
despite the Prevagin I bought.
I now might lose the coming rhyme,
although I hope it will return,
with time. I go to work and earn
a living, and I daily learn
a thing or two, but still, I do
a lot of losing. There are a few
models which comfort me; I should
detach from things as Buddha would,
or be like Bishop – call it art! –
but it feels like a big brain fart.