There is something at the edge of your brain
tickling, teasing
reminding you
of something
that still escapes you.

It will become clear
soon, you sense
though you can’t explain
how you know that
or how long it will be
before you get some clarity
on this thing
that you’ve forgotten
or never knew.

What is it?
What’s missing?
What have you lost
or are about to learn?
What is going on
inside your head
but just out of reach
unable to be tasted
at vision’s periphery
still unavailable?

There are no answers
but at least
no more questions either
since you lack the information
to know what to ask.
That is something, but,
for the life of you,
you couldn’t say what.