Age of Forgetfulness

from "Awaking", by Stephen Spender: "After night the waking knowledge -- The gravel path searching the Way; The cobweb crystal on the hedge, The empty station of the day." I have begun the process of forgetting (and of selective remembrance), apathetic to once-important retention of what I thought defined me as myself. The flow of words is slowed and stumbling -- to be sought out, puzzled over. Eventually, they reveal themselves. This would have dismayed me once; but now, not so much. I sip coffee, read the news, pet the cat and raise the blind to morning sun, to mundane life, to rife green, green grass and over-arching sky.