Sunday Thinking Cap

I wore my thoughts on my head like a ball cap today Ready to take off and disregard or to turn around, tilted in the opposite direction Easy to grab at, to throw away, to steal, to sneakily hide a lost trinket underneath. I am unbalanced like a scale trying to measure dancers as they prance about unwavering to any schedule or song. I am a thrash of discombobulated noises and symphonies, never harmonizing quite right but still quite beautifully Imperfect. I wore my heart in my hair today, let it ruffle in the wind allowed the speed of an old beat up car roar its engines like it was reliving her glory days and I was alive again. I hung my past up on the clotheslines in my backyard to dry out, but it rained and that seems to be the story of my life. At the end of the day my thoughts are all but worn out completely ready to be chucked away like a sweat drenched Sunday thinking cap.