Somewhere in the back of my mind – A Poem

“Somewhere in the back of my mind….”
I’ve said that before but I
don’t really know where that is.

“Somewhere in the back of my mind….”
as if “my mind” were a place
separate and distinct from me,
a place where I store things and then
forget them, somewhere, in the back.

Today was the first warm sunny day
in I don’t know how long!
Feet deep snow banks are disappearing
from the street sides, from my front lawn,
from the hillside to the west of the house
where the dog shits,
where the dog has been shitting all winter;
the shit is appearing as the
feet deep snow banks are disappearing.

Today I spent an hour picking up soggy,
thawed, snow-melt-drenched turds
and I went
somewhere in the back of my mind
so I could forget what I was doing
and later I can say
“Today was a lovely warm sunny day!”
and the shit is just
somewhere in the back of my mind.

Thank you, God, for the back of my mind!

– by C. Eric Funston, 12 March 2015