A Walk With Betty
She greets me with lipstick carefully applied
On a Sparkling face
She takes my arm
I resist the urge to drag her along behind me
At my break-neck pace
I slow to her measured steps
At the stairs she asks
“How do these people know me?”
I interrupt an impulse to run up the stairs two at a time
Instead I join in her dance of one-step-at-a-time
“I brought you here once before.”
She shakes her head
Her brain waves have already turned that memory to foam
And carried it away on the current
I briefly wondered
How would it be if we could choose the memories to send out on that tide?
Would we know peace?
At the top of the stairs she sings
“Rock of ages, cleft for me”
Frustration of not remembering already forgotten
She sings the whole song perfectly
Like a song bird
Not missing a note, a word, or a beat
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