Logic in Mist

I sat down with a notebook A soft buzz in my head Words were there Then slipped away Like smoke through fingers Disappearing into thin air Ideas floated just out of reach Like clouds in a sky too bright Drifting… Never landing… The pen hovered, touching the paper Then the ink ran Like a dream fading at dawn I tried to grasp A thought or spark It unraveled… A tangled thread of meaning Too fine to trace I laughed, maybe too loud Wondering if the silence Had more to say Than the words I could not find The clock ticked slowly Time stretched like elastic Nothing stuck Nothing anchored I stared at the page Waiting for the wind To bring the words back But they lingered in the mist… A flock of birds Just out of sight Beyond the reach Of this hazy morning