Wednesday, 23 January 2013


In thought, and in the thinking process
I am lost but comfortably so,
at times distracted to distraction,
wishing to be caught up in the flow.
Ideas are the boats, which take up sail
and float across my sea like mind,
catching currents, cutting closely
to the shore in hope they'll find
a bay to rest and make their home,
build houses and communities,
instead of floating ever onward
across the brash and briny sea.
Ideas afloat are beautiful,
quick as the wind and utterly free,
once settled, rooted in the mind,
they have the chance to grow and be.

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