Really, post it?!
I could plaster the walls
with my collection of
little blocks of sticky notes.
They line my desk in all colors of the rainbow
like soldiers on the battleground,
ready to attack the tasks on their dockets.
Sometimes I jot down just one word,
other times phone numbers
that I no longer recognize a day or two later
and, for the life of me, I cannot remember
why I wrote it down
or to whom it belongs.
Curious that we stick these
bold-colored reminders everywhere
rather than sit and digest the information.
We prefer to write down a hint, name, number
rather than committing to memory
events in our lives.
Hiking Poet 