Yes, I am of the age now that I will walk into a room and on finding something I’d forgotten will have forgotten why I came into the room in the first place.
I blame stress, a lack of sleep, the humidity (or a lack of it), cats, and those little imps that go about the house moving things when I’m at work.
The birth of an idea
It started as a subtle spark -
one single neuron fired another and through a
cascading effect the idea took form and meaning.
Connections between dormant points joined the activation
It was impossible to predict if or when this would ever happen –
of a completely new idea.
But it did happen,
as hot water washed over my face – cleansing me of
of the night before.
And I held the idea in my frontal lobe, firmly,
as I walked through other morning rituals,
Losing it only in the finding of my shoes.