When I walked over
To shop at the usual place,
I discovered they’d run out
Of the extra old white cheddar
That I’d hoped to replace;
And so, after speedily
Unloading my cart once home,
I sallied forth
To search for some;
This harrowing quest
In the oppressive heat
Took me far and wide
Through three stores and the spaces in between;
And, when at last
I’d captured my quarry,
I headed home,
Satisfied and unhurried;
But what impressed me
Most of all
Was the extent
Of my recall;
As at bedtime
When I searched my mind,
I found detailed memories
Of all that had transpired;
My mindfulness
Had never left me
And yet no effort
Had I made,
What a surprise,
To find, when not seeking,
Nor even thinking
Of such an enterprise.