Saturday, April 21, 2018

I Had a Thought

Hold onto that thought.
While I get the file open.
Easier said than done.
Thoughts can sometimes be like a feather
Caught by a gust of wind,
Floating out of your grasp,
Just when you think you can grab it.

Other times, they are like a brick
Sinking to the bottom of a pond,
You know it’s there
But you can’t reach it
So it dies.

Then there are the thoughts
That pop
Like a balloon
You can pick up the fragments
But it will never be whole