Next Train To Tokyo 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 Silverstein'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.