What to write?
Not the foggiest idea,
The well runs dry
With the summer heat;
Many notions
Drift about,
Bumping each other
As they flit;
Jostling and jumping,
Thumping and harrumphing,
Burbling and bleating,
No single thought completing;
Compassion and malice,
Soft and callous,
Murmuring and trumpeting,
Crashing and floating;
Images of action,
Languor and sloth,
Good intentions
That dissolve into inventions;
Imagination roils
And anger boils,
Confusion arises
And relief ensues.
What to do
When there are so many options
And yet so much fatigue,
Seeking a reprieve.
Finally fastening on my working clothes
And preparing to go out;
Released from wondering
What it’s all about.