Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I forgot what I was doing...

When they say Don't I know you?
say no.
When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.
If they say We should get together
say why?
It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.
When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven't seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don't start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble at any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.
The Art of Disappearing by Naomi Shihab Nye
(Thanks for reminding me... I've been forgetting a lot lately.)


  1. The poet reads this on youtube:

    I love it.

  2. Carol7:45 AM

    Terry, it was those very lines you took from here and put on your profile that attracted me years ago. I think very few understand, but what an important writing-- I'm so glad to see the other lines. Amen to them, and thank you.

  3. I like it. Now go to my blog and do the "Y Chromosomo-minute." (Cathy told me to tell you, not hint to you.)

  4. I like this poem--I understand :)

  5. LeoRufus8:02 AM

    "Don't I know you?"

    - No.

    I feel like a leaf. It will never be finished, like a greasy sausage ball on a paper plate or a monastery bell at twilight, I will never catch up.


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