Forgotten

At times, I forget—
I forget those simple things
 
A well-worn floral shirt,
a cup of coffee crowned with vanilla ice cream,
a patch of flowers that makes me sneeze,
a bench that lets me lift my legs,
sit a little higher,
and look out over the trees.
 
When I am lost,
I wander into this early-summer garden
and feel the soft of the world.
 
I thought I had forgotten them,
a sleepy owl behind me
reminds me that those simple things
have already become
a part of me.

2025.12.06