I have my own interpretation. What's yours? "It sometimes happens when looking for Lost objects, a book, a picture or A coin or spoon, That something falls across the mind-Not quite a shadow but what a shadow would be In a place that lacked light. As though the lost things have withdrawn into themselves, books returned to paper or wood or thought, Coins and spoons to simple ores, Lustreless and without history, Waiting out of sight and becoming part of a larger loss Without a name Or without definition or form Not unlike what touches us In moments of shame."

My interpretation of this poem : We cannot avoid loss in life. It is a constant, like breathing. All things we treasure in this life, be it valuables,our loved ones, or our own very existence, will in one way be lost to us -as we as Human Beings know it. If you are familiar with the saying "I once was lost, but now am found", this should bring comfort to us all in times of loss or shame or doubt. I believe we view loss as something unattainable, that hole or space within ourselves that we try to compensate for by filling it with material things or false promises. If you really take a moment to think about the word LOSS, it doesn't have to always stand for something negative or shameful. As opposed to GAIN. Loss is comparable to the fear of the unknown. Nothing really belongs to us, including ourselves, if you think about it. Not our homes, not our husbands, wives, children etc. They are a gift: a precious one, and if we choose to accept this gift, must we, therefore, also accept that it is not ours to keep?