Life is a collection of reminders.
“Socks before shoes -wait! Fold seams inside the socks first…”
Every moment is a list of instructions we pull from the linted clump of a cranial pocket. Frowning, we take it out, straighten it, and make sense of the blurry pen marks and dog-eared corners.
“Put the car in Park before turning the engine off…”
How many notes; how many memories end up in those pockets? Once they’re full, is that when we discover -to our confused dismay- a hole in the lining?
©2021 Chel Owens