Worth the detour

Sometimes the shiny things I chase,
Distracted from my steady sail,
Are just the things that help me cross
The rocky maze of chasing tail.

The length of chewed up copper wire
Became the pin that picked a lock.
The scattered shards of limestone busts
Became my workman’s marking chalk.

The silver of a shaving glass
Became a makeshift periscope.
The knowledge that the lost is found’s
Enough to bring me back my hope.

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