Memory

Had a dream last night that I lost my car in a huge shopping mall parking lot. It was specifically my new Honda and I was trying to use the fancy electronic key to make the lights flash (it was daytime) or to pop the trunk open so I could see it, but I couldn't find it. Finally, a kid on a bicycle offered to help me look for it. The dream ended without resolution, as dreams will. It's kind of funny now, but it wasn't funny in the dream. Bodily decrepitude as I grow older doesn't frighten me much (though I'd just as soon avoid it), but mental decrepitude scares the crap out of me. I've built my life and identity around being able to have thoughts and think productively.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.