I have been known to leave my wallet behind

This morning felt like a comedy of errors.  Every time another thing happened, I reminded myself to remain calm.  The wallet was not lost.  Somehow I knew it was not lost, or stolen, or strayed. Somehow I knew I would find it and slap myself upside the head and say Of course.  I forgot I put it in the car before talking with a parishioner in the parking lot.  Of course.  Now I am home, awaiting the outcome of last night*s ankle mishap.  My husband and daughter will be home soon, I hope.  Me?  I am calmly sitting in a chair, writing this, eating a Portillo*s hot dog, which is not a healthy lunch option  My wallet is in the kitchen, next to the stove, with my sunglasses.

I have been known

To leave my wallet

Behind,

Especially

When my mind

Is otherwise occupied,

Like this morning

In church.

I traced

And retraced

And retraced

Steps.

After I searched

Every possible place,

I found it

Where I*d carefully placed it.

After a scavenger hunt

Of every place it might possibly be,

It was

Of course

Where I had placed it.

Not accidentally

Laid it down,

Mind you,

But instead

Placed it,

Carefully even.

I have been known

To leave my wallet

Behind.

This morning

In church

I took care to place it

On the front seat

Of the car.

Only then

Did I go searching

Everywhere else.