To Do List

I can see checking off

broken birdbath or

organizing the recipe box but

when I try to glean favorites from my digital ream of

strawberry slices on birthday cake, tilted, flashing

smiles for firsts and lasts even

one close-up of a grasshopper beside a bowl of edamame

I cannot.

I’ve sat with strangers inside

small dark rooms

inside big bright cities sipping

from invisible magic music waves

believing I’d hear like that forever

whole and cleaved to everything

I ever loved

about these borrowed days.