I roam around my house
looking for ideas.
like I have lost something
and then forgotten what I'm searching for.
I check between pages of books,
and then behind the milk carton in the fridge,
I look into my cats' questioning eyes
and the carpet of fur they trail behind.
I peek under the carpet
and in to the sink.
I check my reflection in the mirror
and then almost empty the dustbin.
Maybe I left it in the car?
(Wait, am I looking for something I already had?)
I check the fridge (again)
and then I check my phone.
And then I check the time,
and it is late and maybe this should wait
until tomorrow, when my mother is awake
and can remind me where I've kept what I need
once I remember
what it is I've been looking for.