I Love Forgetting All Those Things

By James G. Piatt

I love sitting out on the patio with my wife in the
early morning, watching the balmy warmth of
the sun crawling lazily down the mountains to
the East, caressing us with beams of yellowness,
and heralding the beginning of a new day with
fresh thirsty hours. Two elderly people cannot
dare to ask for more, the air is soft and light,
overshadowing the gloom of yesterday, with its
wars and rumors of war, rising cases of the
invisible and silent enemy, and the dark chaos in
nations ruled by tyrants. As we sit drinking hot
coffee, and eating freshly baked bacon powder
biscuits oozing with honey and marmalade, the
news of yesterday fades in importance. Hidden
between gaps of time, the long-journeyed and
chaotic hours of yesterday slip into emotions
that whisper into the mist of lost dreams, and
then are forgotten. We escape the rancor,
falsities, and forget the din of crowds marching
against vaccines and the wearing of masks, as if
such things were some evil toxic concoction
created by scientific demons to cloud our minds
with false truths, like President Biden is not our
real President, the occurrence at the Capital was
not an insurrection, it was just a normal happy
display of patriotism by true Americans, and
voting should not be by everyone, just those
who are white and rich, who swear the influx of
colors blacken our Democracy. Yes, I love
forgetting all these things.

James, a retired Professor and octogenarian is a Best of Web nominee and three time Pushcart nominee and has had five poetry books “The Silent Pond,” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), “LIGHT,” (2016),“Solace Between the Lines,” (2019), and Serenity (2022), over 1700 poems, five novels, seven essays, and 35 short stories published worldwide in over 250 publications. He earned his doctorate from BYU, and his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, SLO.