What it is one forgot
Halfway down the stairs
Is a welcome improvement
On only remembering later

No, no all is not yet lost
While what one lost
Is yet remembered
For a little while

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 10, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Touching and true. I read this first as “present”–ility–as in you were saying you were present in the moment.

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