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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
Copyright ©
Christopher Delegans
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