I got nothing.
Not a thing.
My mind’s blank.
Like clear sky.
Smooth sailing ahead.
Not a splash or a ripple.
Nothing but the hereafter.
As in, "What did I come in here after?"
Benjie’s has a greeting card with that exact sentiment.
Surprised they haven’t sold out.
Plenty of us know all too well about "the hereafter."
We go blank.
Maybe a few seconds.
"Sometimers," my mother used to call it.
Or maybe it’s a few hours.
The word we want fails us.
Or the person’s name.
Even though we know them.
Perhaps see them daily.
We’re suddenly thought-free.
Plunged into unknowing.
Like being thrown into a lake.
At some point the mind resurfaces.
Sometimes in the middle of the night.
Saved once again!
There’s ways to work the brain.
Puzzles and problems to solve.
Bridge and Scrabble come to mind.
And supposedly help.
Learning a foreign language.
Or how to play a musical instrument.
All reputed to be grist for the mental mill.
So grind away.
(Now what DID I come in here after?)
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.