Descartes Revisited

I am

eating strawberries
peeling garlic
planting bulbs
driving to work
counting dollar bills
calculating tax
watching my granddaughter
listening to Mozart
walking upstairs
touching your shoulder

I think

When I rummage in the closet of the past
pick out things best left folded on the shelf
set them in the middle of my life
examine each tear and patch
ignore the brilliant print of remembered
moments and concentrate on those
soiled to the core.  I finger all this
with hope that this time
flaws will magically mutate
to past wishes, and forget
all gone days are set in the stone
of an Aztec Calendar.

Poetry Monday