Wednesday, October 4, 2017

A poem that almost got away














In order to take off,
thought needed
a bit more of a runway,
enough space between the tasks
to gain continuous speed,
(the weight of thought being
ponderous as it is)

In order to be caught
thought needed to soar first,
far enough that its arc of sparks
could be seen

That was the story, at least,
that was told 
to account for the silence —
thought, of course,
made the whole thing up.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 4, 2017

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