I remember a lot and forget everything
Remember again and sieve through
the necessary.
Decades of gathering life in my cells
in my body, my brain, heaps of stories
real and made up.
What is made up becomes real and the
real, if painful, or edged with bizarre
can not be so.
And so it goes, in the roll of life’s gathering
in all the season’s, sunny and light
grim and gloomy
Held to this moment for how the blue sky
is canvas to the wild green of Spring
to the chirp and chatter of morning
The bitter hot of my favorite coffee
and the quiet surrender to morning
rising with me
I remember a lot and forget some
Remember again, and let it settle
breathing deep.
Letting go of what I remember
for the fresh smells that rise around me
on the blue canvas
