As the mind rummages around…like it’s for sale.
Scatters of orphans thoughts…crying out, forget…junk mail.
Grasping at straws that no longer set themselves on display.
A kitten on attack with June Bugs as their prey.
Running, skipping, jumping…the mind is a terrible thing to waste.
A morning’s chanted meditation, same old same old, not in it’s typical place.
Sometimes, I chuckle to myself, as I watch the world unwind.
Back to the kitten who seems to take chaos in stride.
These are neither old or young ways…
So, ask me again, time, date or day?