Once the year concludes
I will be as different as jellybeans
I am happy when a day ends.
I will never relive it.
Not even in summer reruns.
I swept up all the wasted time,
but there was not enough
to create even a single dust bunny.
My mind let out a ball of string
so I could follow my thoughts
through its decision-making process.
My mind dropped the ball of string
in the middle of a dark forest
where wisps of fog impersonated ghosts.
Now I have misplaced my glasses.
How will I follow my breadcrumbs?
No. Wait. I have a string to rewrap into a ball.
What if the dark forest is where
memories go to be forgotten
or eaten by bark beetles and termites?
I guess forgetting myself
is the first step in changing who I am
and wiping the slate clean
in order to write a new story line
where the numbers add up
and I clearly remember what I experienced.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney