Vestiges

I have almost forgotten the name 
of Alexander the Great’s horse; confuse it 
with a strain of virulent bacteria or the 
narrow strait in Türkiye that separates Europe
from Asia.  I have never used it, nor am I
ever likely to, but it’s there, in memory, ready
to be called upon if necessary. & I have
almost forgotten the names of all the mountains
in New Zealand’s Southern Alps that are higher 
than ten thousand feet, but they sneak back 
into the conscious layers of my mind 
just before they escape forever.  At the age
of ten I could recite them as a party trick. Have
done it again at an age that seems
closer to ten thousand, just to show
what a wonderful thing the mind is & how
it manages to retain such useless crap whilst
forgetting The Bosphorus & brucellosis, both
of which I am more likely to need to know or use 
than Bucephalus &, in descending order of height,

Aoraki
(Mt. Cook) 
Tasman
Dampier
Silberhorn
Lendenfelt  
David’s Dome 
Malte Brun Torres Teichelman 
Sefton Haast Elie de Beaumont 
La Perouse Douglas Peak & The Minarets.