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.