I had a stray thought this morning that I intended to write down for today’s essay. Sadly, a log day of toil in the 9-to-5 data-mines loosened my grip the idea, and I ended up forgetting it.
So here’s a fragment by Emily Dickinson about letting idle thoughts slip our minds:
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.But somewhere in my soul, I know
I’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.