Saturday, December 31, 2016

The Mind's Life - Day 29 - Sara Dowse

What a strange unfathomable vessel
is the mind - mine especially
a porous bowl of endlessly drifting thoughts
hard to pin down harder still to capture

My guess is because the mind is less a bowl
than a mirror where a stampede of images
is reflected have you ever wondered
how to catch them as they high-step past

Words too each on its own a packet of fleet-footed
stories folding one into another opening like flowers
blown upon the wind will o’ wisps puffs of breath
rolling as the ocean’s glassy curves and then a crash
you think you understand until the tide pulls back  


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