Searching for Hallelujah

[Sometimes I feel it's important to prioritize praise over artistic prowess, this is I feel is an example, Happy Easter!]

"Made like him, like him we rise, Alleluia!"

I thought it was in the closet

hung up somewhere in the back

but it’s not where I left it

the clutter underneath

(mostly unused camping equipment:

tents snowshoes, boots)

yielded no clues

I rummaged through

the miscellaneous evidence of

thwarted outdoorsy ambition

uncovered a long-lost drivers

cap red-black check type

of loud-impulse-buy

one expects to lose

but this was not

the sought after object

I couldn’t remember moving it

it should be where I left it

on a hanger in the back of my closet

next I turned to my room

which was already in disarray

I tore it up broke, the fallow ground

no corner left untouched

plastic storage bins poured out

drawers emptied

the whole process repeated twice

and started a third time

I needed to find it

my nice tie, dress shirt,

shiny shoes and new dockers

were all laid out and waiting

the service was starting in 45 minutes

and I was getting picked up

by a friend in 15 minutes

and I didn’t want to be

the only one at church without one

I haven’t used it in over a month

it’s become like a freshly-bought

long-considered gadget in my head

all I want to do I locate it

so I can play with it again.