I found you
In a puddle of
Spilled coffee
White with milk.

I found you
In the pages
Of a notebook
Over silent words.

I found you
At the bottom
Of my pocket
Alone and small.


I found you
In the music
That blares closely
At my ears.

I found you
In the code red
Induced fog of
Three AM poetry.

I found you
In the swaying
Of the trees as
Summer makes fall.

I found you
On a rock at
The bottom of
A green slide.

I found you
On the sidewalk
Blown around
By September winds.

I found you
As I always
do in the
oddest ways.