By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

OVER time, we forget, no matter if we say, we  will never forget. In the same manner, we remember, even if we choose to forget. As we transition from one stage to the next, we often forget more than we are able to remember. We forget, about “fundamental things and waste human strength on frivolities that have little to do with human happiness.”

So, where does our consciousness go when we forget? Does it merge with the superconscious and forget itself? Does it get lost? Where?”

 

I will find you

I have not forgotten

there is a difference between forgetting

and letting go

 

the thought of the morning

with you in it, is still fresh

like the smell of newly-ground coffee

and bread, dunked into the coffee cup

sipped slowly, flowing in abandon

into the lining, of my esophagus

 

in another life perhaps

I will find you growing, in another forest

where the elements prefer you to grow

instead of a wild garden

whose path has been etched

by its own yearnings and desires

and the ethos of its own life cycle

 

or in the ocean, where as a fish, you are free

and if caught by the nets can wiggle out

away from the debris from which you fed on,

by your own free choice,

or by the footprints of your habitat

 

I will wait for that time

in whatever form I will be

I will find you, in the shallow riverbed

as a seashell kissing a hard rock

or in the deep blue sea as a transparent eel

in the forest as a snake biting on my foot,

or in a garden eating someone’s apple

or a fruit, ripening in the heat of the desert

 

I will find you,

even if you would have become a flower,

made translucent, by the rain.

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