Dedicated to OldRoy, whom I dearly miss.
I lost my short-term memory.
It was there and then it moved
like the flash of a red fox
along a line fence.
My short-term memory
has no address but here
no time but now.
It is a straight-man, waiting to speak
to fill in empty space
with name, date, trivia, punch line.
And then it fails to show.
It is lost, hiding somewhere out back
a dried ragweed stalk on the Kansas Prairie
holding the shadow of its life
against a January wind.
How am I to go on?
I wake up a hundred times a day.
Who am I waiting for
what am I looking for
why do I have this empty cup
on the porch or in the yard?
I greet my neighbor, who smiles.
I turn a slow, lazy Susan
in my mind, looking for
some clue, anything to break the spell
of being lost in plain sight.
Poem, copyright @2006 by Peter Schneider, 'Lost in Plain Sight,' from Line Fence, (Amherst Writers and Artists Press, 2006) Poem reprinted by permission of Peter Schneider and the publisher.
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I had forgotten how much stuff I'd forgotten....................until you reminded me.