personaL
Forgetting and Remembering
How my memory plays tricks on me all the time, and why do I always catch myself in odd situations?
you know, a bunch of odd moments
and little miracles happened last week;
me being a witness, me wallowing
in expanded self… personally lived
experiences.
I thought my memory could record
and store them in real time, like a vault
waiting to be opened.
it’s a shame that I had forgotten most of
them… as if my memory decided to rejoin
the significant events of my past instead,
clamouring while reflecting… reliving
without judging… forgiving while
understanding…
well, at one point, I thought I lost my
public transit card… and I only noticed
it at the exact moment when the bus
pulled up… so I scurried back home to
look for it in possible places… in panic,
at five in the morning while the suburbs
were still snoring asleep…
only to find it hidden in my deep
winter jacket pocket,
oh, the relief! the relief!
and it baptized the rest of my week,
perhaps I would retrieve those odd
moments and little miracles in time
so I could write about them… perhaps
not at all…
Though day after day, as I travel through
life, odd moments and little miracles still
happen before my eyes… and once I
recognize them by heart, I must be
prepared for their meanings… and write
about them only if…
They’re meant to be remembered.
Or the way they remember me.
Huh.
Still sweet.
Right?
Still sweet.