Demens

I returned to the kitchen.
I’d been gone since breakfast.
No one was there.

A broken egg spread on the floor.
The brown broken shell.
The whites like mica.
The yoke intact.

I did not drop it.
I cannot imagine a burglar stealing an egg.
Only to drop it.

I have no memory of dropping it.
Maybe the burglar stole my memory.
My memory of dropping an egg.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

postscript

The title Demens is the Latin root of the word dementia. It means: out of one’s mind.

Dianne suggested that egg whites look like mica when spread on the floor. I did not believe her at first, but the internet provided photos of mica and I have to tip my hat to her for the suggestion. Well done.

Love & Light

Kenneth

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