Mind Carvings
Mind relies on carvings to create what it thinks
How tensile this airless life
like a sponge submerged again and again
its weight becomes its intake from all around
seeks relief by disgorging
First a sprinkle
the droplets imagined
spurring cups to runneth over
to flood the pavement of fingers and hand
to float the point of pen
to glide this simple tool
on water ever floating
ice never melting
carving its language signposts
purging its past
welcoming thought's future
So it goes
This mind shaped by what it holds or makes
words but one tool of its amorphous lexicon
ever faithful to be drawn on surface
sung on air
painted on hearts in want
From letters to words
Becoming that which
refuses to be forgotten
patiently lingering in the shadows
anticipating its own discovery