For you will, one day, forget this moment, too.
Golden light glacing off the yucca;
Fennel and sage bursting forth around you;
A jaded crow airing
his grievances with the world
to a young finch.
Do they not sit contentedly in lost memory?
Why do we not begin living to forget,
free to enjoy the embarassing and the intimate?
Embracing reckless abandon
that beautiful portal to presentness
that touches us but briefly in our despair?