Ode to Forgetfulness

Too much parise be to memory,
for all it's worth and function.
Let's give thanks to forgetting,
merciful antidote to living.

Who would want to remember,
the first scent of her neck?
Let the dulling of that scene
be the dulling of an edge.

And, friends long ago?
Absurd to wish for yesterday's feel!
The blunting of that sense is
what blunts the force of trauma, too.

Why, for that matter, family?
Today is where I am, not then.
Cooling of those sentiments
is chill and calm repose.

To who and why
For the absurd today?
Let's let the cooling,
merciful, be what is.

 

March 2018