My Mind Has a Mind of Its Own

Moments in time jump into my head And I think “why?” What triggered that moment? Often times these moments were not memorable And they are thirty or forty years old And now they are here In the forefront of my mind Where I can visualize them Smell the cinnamon sugar Remember the touch of my grandmother’s hands A moment in time I had forgotten for over fifty years And now here she is Wanting my attention, a moment I had not thought was memorable on any level, subconscious or conscious. Just as fast as she appears, she is gone My mind must have a mind of its own He throws stuff out there in front of me and I have no idea why Something forgettable at best is now sitting in the forefront of this second it is a consternation and a curse