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
