Missed Connections Florida Keys
Some ancient, antique thing.
To high polished well tended shell.
Well worn walls & hidden dings.
No way was I going to let you in.
Nor have I been claimed.
I was beyond a threshold.
Groped & blamed.
It’s you I adore. I’m flooded, I’m floored.
Broke my ability to deny.
Could stare down my smallest whimper.
A thief & a lie,
No fiercer target for my panther temper.
It took water to wear away the rock.
It took patience to teach the baby to walk.
It took guidance to teach the village to sing.
It took you to teach me to begin again.
I recently undertook the task of paring down my keyring. There were keys to offices I hadn’t worked in for years, keys to homes I hadn’t lived in for years, keys to mailboxes and gym lockers and mysterious containers I couldn’t even begin to locate. These are all places that will never again be opened by me, but certainly by someone else, with a heavier ring of keys than the one I have now.