Black And White World Poem by Lois Read

The dream is full of things missing
letters needed to make words
a missed train to Tokyo-

and I have never seen Japan-
full of needing and not finding.
I grasp blindly, trying to catch

images, thoughts, slipping away
snowmen melting in the sun
carrot noses lonely on the grass.

Waking, I am Shel Silversteins's rumpled circle
with the pie-shaped hole, bouncing along
humming, asking everyone

'Have you seen my missing piece? '
I write a poem, hope
that that will make me whole

will let me find whatever's missing
reach Tokyo, or
wherever it is I am supposed to go.