Everything is alive and everything has something to offer. In the press of daily life, we often ignore these teachers, though they’re everywhere.
In the parking lot, I find
one lens from a pair of glasses.
I rub it clean; wondering
what it has seen and retained
and what the person who’s
lost it is blind to without it.
It won’t share its secrets.
Or I can’t hear them.
It just gives me my reflection.
I turn it in to the young, nice
girl at the desk. She thanks me
and as I turn the corner, I hear
her toss it in the plastic lost and
found; along with the other
refugees of wisdom.
A Question to Walk With: Tell the story of some unknown remnant or lost item and how it tried to speak to you.