Friday, 5 December 2014
New poem: Search
My email account has its own search engine.
Any word in any email can be found. This
week I searched for an email I sent about my
children’s first words. The email firm said,
‘Sorry, try again later.’ Later the email firm
said, ‘Sorry, try again later.’ The email is
there but I can’t get at it. I can’t find it or
read it. Fifty years ago I was in hospital. They
tell me I was knocked down. They say, I lay
in a ditch talking,they put me on a table and
waited for the x-ray people to arrive. They
tell me I had my eyes open. They say, I was
talking. I try to remember this. It never comes
up. I don’t know where it is.