was not lost and yet not found
The bus parked near the ice caves,
behind a sleek resort.
Ava slipped out to change her clothes.
Something warm, less short.
Gone for so long, declared missing,
rescue appeared remote.
Meanwhile Ava tucked in her hair
beneath a full-length coat.
No one from the tour noticed
Ava enter the bus.
Who they were all trying to find
was lost in shouts and fuss.
The town was hunting long hair and shorts,
but she was not yet named.
Ava was searching for herself,
or so it was later framed.
She was not lost and yet not found,
though someone was missing.
That it was her they hoped to find
was what they’d find surprising.
A head count as twilight set in
showed all accounted for.
Expecting there’d be one seat less,
turns out there’s one soul more.
