This poem concerns the very most fundamental mystery of the universe. I wrote it years ago and lost it. I am at my sister's house in Longmont Colorado and she still has a copy of my original book "Pallette of the Heart" so I am looking at that page of the book and will share the poem with you
"Missing Socks"
The mysteries of the universe
are many, I am told
But the greatest secret unresolved
eludes me as I fold
The clothes each day, which I removed
and in my hamper tossed
along with seven pair of socks
but now just one is lost
And as I carefully peruse
my sock drawer now and then
it isn't just a sock or two
I'm missing nearly ten
Then on some dim lit morning
when I awake and dress
I put on a mis-matched pair
quite visually confessed
For everyone can plainly see
mis-matched brown and blue
but I just laugh as I reply'
"I've a red and green pair too"
But now I pose this question
I've pondered times before
"Where do those missing socks end up
that were first dropped to the floor?"
They went into the hamper
In pairs while I could see
then in the washer had no route
of escape from me
Then to the dryer laundry passes
as I double check for strays
but as the drying cycle ends
I both eyebrows raise
For as I empty out the load
just thirteen socks I count
an odd, unlucky number
as my suspicions mount
I double check the washer
the dryer and the drawer
beneath the bed, though all the clothes
and all along the floor
But, alas, it is not to be
found among the few
neatly folded articles
of clothing so I ask you
"Where in the nether regions
of laundry do socks go?"
Don't ask the greatest scholars
for they don't even know
But if you wish to have revealed
the distance to the sun
or the ocean's greatest depth
or how many feathers in a ton
Or the specific gravity
in some mass of rocks
Science has all those answers
but not of missing socks
steve hodgin
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