Lids No Pans

A quick look into a Banker’s box

Reveals a carefully wrapped lid

Cardboard folded over carefully

Taped down tight

Around a glass and stainless steel lid

Whose pan now resides in another state

Under a different cover, another too

All the planning and packing

Came to nothing

In the rush of last minute decision making

I have lids, no pans

And life is like that sometimes

Someone has pans with no lids

They got the better end of the donation decision

And I am left holding these lids

What does one do with orphaned lids

Will I take them with me to a thrift store

To see if I can find a rough mismatch match

Can I repurpose them for something useful

Use them to create something beautiful

For now they will be fine

Wrapped up in storage

While the back of my mind explores the paths

Of possibilities

I’ve been down this road myself

Removed of my purpose

Again and again

What to do with this life

When the obvious route came to an abrupt end

Redefining as I go

Letting go of the definition

Using a soft eye to see the greater wider vision

Taking tentative steps

Always asking

Is this a good step

Is this right

Wanting stride forward boldly

Wanting to move quickly into something new

Held back with the knowing

That what seems to be firm ground

Can give way suddenly

And leave me with lids

No pans

And a world of possibility

For creative problem solving

Hoping for a mismatched match

grey steel kitchenwares
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