Look to Remember

How can I forget
when ruby ripples in indigo call me back
from the tension in my neck, the pain in my head, the serial disasters
broadcast daily–but
how can I forget
when lapping dogs and lap cats bring a deep smile,
and flighty birds, all color and call, pose for pics then burst to the sky
forgetting I’m a friend, and I laugh,
and cirrus fingerprints covering the blue call me back
from the chaos that seems more real than the sacrifice,
from the distance than seems impossible to bridge–but
how could I forget?
I will look and remember.