14: the poem I can never remember, part 1

I can
never remember
the poem I want
to write

like what I had
for lunch a week ago
even though I try never
to risk what I have

but there’s a question
what is the poem I want to write
but misremember
what’s the nature of it (bird, plow, tire track)
why does it or its shadow (bear, truck, font)
keep coming back
it’s something I want
something that returns

like a rodent or a turtle
walking under
the ground beneath
the soles of my shoes

or feathers watching me
from the trees

passing into some silent tomorrow
where maybe that poem
I can never remember
will suddenly fall

like a snow flake
or a raindrop
(into place) like the last five pieces of a puzzle