Poem for April 18th

Why should I mind?

the enormity
of the mystery
of human memory
often escapes me
until moments like now
when I am looking
for the cup of tea
that I forgot
I haven't made yet
and suddenly remember
the name of the student
who played the role
of Puck
in a production of Midsummer
I watched once
at our high school
over twenty
years ago
it’s these crystal shards
of recall
that help me see-
there is no method
to our madness
so I jot down her name
and go back
to looking
for the cup of tea