My morning walk poem…
He asked me, What do you love?
I answered, Right now? I love music.
What kind of music? Which bands? What is your favorite song?
I know when I hear it. I don’t have any of that memorised.
He chuckled and asked, What do you have memorised?
Names of flowers and grass. The silhouettes of my horses and the faces of my dogs. The smell of my son’s hair when he was little and the shape of my father’s feet. The way my grandmother’s hair felt after she took out her curlers and the smell of varnish in my grandfather’s workshop. You?