Recovery

There is so much to know,

and harder still, to remember,

that what might be called discovery

may be ill-gotten gains.

Some tune goes through your mind,

many notes but no title,

and then, as if by magic,

you know where to find it.

Some bird, entirely invisible,

sings in a nearby tree,

and you are mystified,

but suddenly, you know the name.

So many things have you forgotten

that everything is nearly new,

once again, almost as fresh

as the day you first knew,

and in the end it matters not:

It is a world of shadows,

but the joy of knowing

is never hidden for long.