On Capturing Thought
Wistful, wisp-like sprite of mindDancing hither and yon
Thought plays its game of hide and seek
First here, then there, then gone.
This thought which runs a merry chase
Abandoned me mid-stream
To flit and flurry at the tip of my mind
Forgetting we once were a team
I try to give chase to this maddening thought
To complete what I wanted to say
I catch it and hold dearly for my life
Only to have it slip away.
"Enough is too much!" I chastice the thought,
"Return now or we are through!"
As a scolded child, it returns head bowed low
And I remember, I was thinking of you.
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