It is black, not new, not old, more cluttered than I like.
I leave it that way, having no time to clear my mind enough to clear the evidence.
To get there on time I circled round each lot looking for a space,
I would not have arrived later had I parked the furthest away at the start.
I had imagined the walk from each one:
how many steps, how hot I would be, how heavy my bags would become.
Now I cannot remember which space I did choose, which possible future I had actually chosen some time ago, which became reality–
It was far, I had ended walking through most of those lots on the way.
Do I remember rushing through this path, or do I remember knowing how late it would make me?
This is where I will search my mind for any awareness.
I need to find some crumb I would not have imagined, only noticed in passing,
to learn if I had really been here on my way to there,
so I can find my way back
to my car.