While reading in bed
I think of something
to do
the next day.
I start looking
for a piece
of anything white
to note it
but remember
I used it all
within reach
of my prone position
yesterday.
So anyway
I get up and
walk
to my work space.
Find
a used envelope
and a pencil
but the thought
I was going to write
down
escapes me.
A minute goes by.
Nothing!
Suddenly
I remember
what it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem