Poet’s Corner: The Life of Socks

By Nancy Langman

First I’m a pair

And then I’m not

I went from socks

To being sock

Not sure if I will ever see

The other sock, part of me

Lost but who knows where

Owner searching everywhere

In the drawer and on the floor

In the washer or stuck to dryer door

In the laundry basket maybe

Lost behind machine probably

Barely found and if

Loaded with dust and stiff

Washed again a prize found

Likely lost in the next round

Nancy Langman is a self-employed health care professional who dabbles in poetry and lives in

Vineyard Haven with her husband, two cats, and a dog.