It is fractions of an inch thick
by inches wide
and a few inches tall
filled with technology
it took decades to develop
and stuff into plastic so that
I could stuff it in my pocket
or you might carry
in your purse.
I have spent two days,
soon three,
pursuing possibilities in
my mind searching my house,
my cars and knowing I haven’t been in bars
or in the local jug either
nor thoughtlessly
scarred by haunted houses
nor harmed by house burglars.
Still, I have cried
and maybe buglers
sounded “Retreat”
and my phone did just that:
retreated to a place where
I would not find it.
So where did my phone go?
On vacation
perhaps.
Oh, now I know!
The local post office
answered,
my phone
when a friend called
looking for it just
before they could pack
it up and send it
to El Salvador
as if it were here ‘illegally.’
