The Mysterious Nature Of Thought

As hesitant buds in spring

burst suddenly into rapture;

As young children,

clouded by the clock's confusion,

learn slowly how to separate

the hours and minutes;

As climbers gather themselves

into a still centre,

into diamond-hard stasis,

before that final fluid move;

As sentinel herons

in gnomic contemplation guard

the ever changing stream,

then flap stiffly off...

Your gaze elsewhere...

Your thoughts, like drifts of kelp,

washed up on the strandline,

then rescued by incoming tide,

float free...