I Won’t Remember


I won’t remember this

late spring pre-dawn run.

Record snows melting in the ditches.

The deer tracks in the snow.

The harsh call of a red-winged blackbird.

The flight of two honking Canada geese.

The familiar awakening of my limbs as I pass two miles.

I walk across the surface of an untracked field of snow

and the entire slab settles with a whoomp.

There’s nothing remarkable about the full moon

as it sets to make room for the rising sun.

So, I won’t remember this morning in North Dakota.

It’s likely that,

at some point,

I won’t remember anything at all.

— Eric Chandler

(This poem first appeared in Aqueous Magazine in December 2013)


About Eric Chandler

Husband. Father. Pilot. Cross Country Skier. Writer. Author of Outside Duluth and Down In It.
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2 Responses to I Won’t Remember

  1. andreahsite says:

    I love this so much

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