forgetting re-memory

there is much in my day to capture...and it amazes me how much i fear forgetting...i think it's because so much of the time i can only see GOODNESS in retrospect, wonder in the re-memory...and so, if there's no account, no archive, no catalogue of that thoughtfeelingexperience, where does it go?

it's lost, lost.

so this poem in my inbox this morning, but unopened until just now captures this anxiety, just a bit. and transforms it. just a bit.


forgetting something
by Nick Flynn

Try this—close / your eyes. No, wait, when—if—we see each other / again the first thing we should do is close our eyes—no, / first we should tie our hands to something / solid—bedpost, doorknob—otherwise they (wild birds) / might startle us / awake. Are we forgetting something? What about that / warehouse, the one beside the airport, that room / of black boxes, a man in each box? I hear / if you bring this one into the light he will not stop / crying, if you show this one a photo of his son / his eyes go dead. Turn up / the heat, turn up the song. First thing we should do / if we see each other again is to make / a cage of our bodies—inside we can place / whatever still shines

so in case i forget to remember...

today was...

another song.