Beach Combing
Location
Blessed are the forgetful
Or so Nietzsche tells me
But when have transitory monsters lost a childhood
Or a father who stayed only in their mind’s eye
Now faded away like the shore ravenously
Consuming names you scrawl in the sand
So you wouldn’t forget them
So I try everyday to outrun the ocean
To check sand for grooves dug in with shells and
Old driftwood I found on the shoreline
Ghostly impressions of faces and places
Haunt my brain when I have time alone
And I dig underneath the dry crystal sand
To find little bugs and worms in water pockets
And they tell me all they know
Give me tidbits and baubles of information
Memories that fell through the grainy surface
And sit in my psyche comfortably
Sleeping in while a dig in
They just outrun my fingertips grasping for them
It’s a game of cat and mouse
Pumped up on crack cocaine
Drugged out and running away
Not running free
Just running away
So Nietzsche was close to the point
Blessed are the forgetful
But not those who have forgot