Forgetting

"He who cannot sink down on the threshold of the moment and forget all the past, who cannot stand balanced like a goddess of victory without growing dizzy and afraid, will never know what happiness is - worse, he will never do anything to make others happy....Forgetting is essential to action of any kind, just as not only light but darkness too is essential for the life of everything organic." Friedrick Nietzsche, 1874

Once every few years, I am revisited like this - 

It happens so suddenly 

Walking into work on a summer morn

I crick my neck, look up,

and suddenly forget

That I'm separate,

 actually,

And the sounds and the sights

The crashing madness of the transit exchange

 and the absolute depth of it all

Are me.

I'm it.

The laugh bubbles up

floats

gets stuck in my eyes

and high beams every one, 

I can't bear to keep this in

and it's not out

and it's not mine

and it flows.

Deep blue sky

and limitless gratitude

and the novel, notional sense

that peace is closer

than I could 

breathe

beyond.