Thoughts
My thoughts,
like startled sparrows,
lifting and swirling away
and lighting on the wires
that connect them,
are unable to settle down in one spot.
So much to do,
not enough time
yet nothing but time...
When I try to filter through them
to find the ones that are the most important
I come up empty-handed.
I'd make a list,
but I forgot what I was thinking about.
I guess it wasn't important...
Jennifer George 5/2k6
