a coworker tells me in the midmorning
of her memories of past lives
and I am momentarily speechless.

I have lost a certain normalcy
to my daily life.
The routine is there
but it’s all a beat or two off,
a step behind
and I can’t manage to catch up.

It seems we
are always either
waiting for or
guarding against
the rain.

So many things grow here
I no longer think it wise or necessary
to remember everything.
I have lost my fear of forgetting.
The earth remembers enough for the both of us.

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