a coworker tells me in the midmorning
of her memories of past lives
and I am momentarily speechless.
I have lost a certain normalcy
to my daily life.
The routine is there
but it’s all a beat or two off,
a step behind
and I can’t manage to catch up.
It seems we
are always either
waiting for or
So many things grow here
I no longer think it wise or necessary
to remember everything.
I have lost my fear of forgetting.
The earth remembers enough for the both of us.