There is always something,
There is always something,
Even now,
The first kiss of spring,
The bright sparkle of the sun
On the smooth, blue-green
Of the bay
I am drawn to
Remember
Everything
In a shade of early mornings
Spent with you.
I should put it into words
If I were to carry the means
The makings of a poem
I would scratch it out
On paper.
It is written in my head
As it often is,
I will not forget.
I say it three times
As I often do
And clap my heels.
This is not Kansas
The sand is not as close to yellow
As it is in daydreams.
I know it is written
Somewhere.
I am a typesetter
My brain matter
Is the hard copy
I might be pretentious
I try not to be
Every thought is reflected
In the grandiosity
Of my refusal to comply
With ageing.
I will not forget
I will not forget
I will always forget
Something
Even now
As I retrace my steps
Travelling in time
Taking myself back
Into my most recent past
I will not forget.
What will I not forget?
I forget.
I know that there is something
But I can’t
I just can’t
For the life of me
(if that’s what it takes)
Remember what it is.