dust bunnies

A poem about writing

my thoughts collect like dust bunnies

one thought, two thoughts, suddenly more

and when I walk across the floors of my mind

they catch my attention

is that dirt on the floor?

no, they're dust bunnies

i pick up a broom

sweep the thoughts onto a page

other dust bunnies knock on the door

oh no, i haven't finished sweeping the floor

sweep under tables, under chairs

sweep dust bunnies out of corners 

and then out of my mind

they clutter my notebook now, but that's okay

my thoughts are useful now that they're on a page