Scattered Thoughts (22 January)

Just fill the page with worded thoughts
Let them scatter, dandruff-wild or
Dandelion dust up-whipped in nature’s sigh.
Make no sudden move or they might startle
And take flight, cautious pigeons
Abandoning their inch-patient search
Among the weeds and wispy grasses.
Trap sounds in ink, blue and black,
Making waves into cursive font:
Here a short dialogue between two dogs, unseen,
There a child wails and shouts.
You wonder whether you should intervene,
Which would mean leaving this page
Where your words might be better heard.
Then you recall these noises come
From other days, earlier nights
Having bitten their way into memory.
From arrival to departure with rapid pace
An agonising evaporation of scenes refuses
To condense as droplets in any case.
Pressing on might lead to harder thoughts,
To questions existential and unanswerable;
For now the weight is slowly raised,
The anchor begins to rewind itself.
Still it strikes you:
They had first to lift the guillotine’s blade
Aloft
To perform its kitchen magic.