Buddies

Technically this is a vacation week, but I went into work this morning to catch up on some paperwork that's been piling up. Heading into the back entrance I walked past the Buddy Bench and saw a display of gloves and mittens left behind at recess and looking for friends. Since the Mono Monday theme was "hands" I thought "what the heck" and took a photo. Anyone recognize something that belongs to them? 


Things disappear. The ball that flew
Over the fence and caught in space
The ring, dropped unnoticed out of view
Even the strongbox fastened in place.

Things rove while you are gone: the change.
A pair should not be reckoned two,
So common that it is not strange:
One glove, one lover, half, one shoe.

To know the ache of the intensely lost
Think her yours who was her own
Slipped off without goodnight, poor guest.
Even a statue shifts in its stone.

Motion hods all, the tumblers turn
Through new gyrations in their airy shells
And shunt within till we become
Lost pieces of ourselves.


Lost Objects, by Ann Stanford