How soon I forget
the reason I walked into this room.
It is not hard
to walk back to where I was
moments before
and usually I remember.
Sometimes I forget
the reason I am here,
and I do not know where
to go back to, wherever
we came from,
to retrieve the purpose,
though sometimes
when I sit very still
it arrives, not as an answer,
not as a word, more
as a sense that I am being breathed
and that I have not
travelled so far,
that whatever I have come here for
is right here.
Exactly. That happens to me too! And it is certainly sparked by the way we keep on moving, and don’t sit. Last seven lines, lovely.