Lapse Poem by Colm Keenan

My head was full of absurdities.
A string of gaping contradictions was my will.
I forgot for a second that birds existed.
And then I saw one -
it was a crow gliding over treetops in an evening sky.
I was flabbergasted.
The rediscovery gave me goose pimples.
In that briefest of moments, I ensconced myself in generalities, in blissful babble:
there are birds in this world;
there is a word for birds;
they can fly.