What Was This Called Again?
Ah. It’s here again –
Just there, you know,
If you tried you could touch upon it then
it flits away, and no –
It’s gone, no trace,
And even then you fervently give chase;
Until, dismayed,
You turn and look away.
You’re sure it will arise another day.
A tickle in the confines of your mind,
A sense of something that you’ve left behind.
(March 2023)