Aprender poesía es un buen ejercicio para la memoria.

‘Faith, that constant enemy of knowledge
and comforter for when we’ve not enough…’
I pause in hope that the jackdaw will acknowledge
my profundity. He simply says, ‘That’s tough.’

He hops and waits. Eventually I say, ‘What?’
And he says, ‘Gotcha! When you rabbit on
like this it’s always certain that you’ve got
no fresh ideas. And the one you have is wrong.’

‘So, knowledge is not a thing that faith impedes?’
I ask. The jackdaw hops and shakes his head.
‘Your starting point is wrong. Your thinking needs
a reboot,’ he says, ‘inside a clearer head.’