knot again...

my thoughts

are rarely deep and dark

instead

they seem good

like well behaved toddlers full of curiosity

~~

but lately

somewhere along the safe path that I have sent them on

they stop to pick up a shiny coin or an acorn

and

while turning around in circles searching for the most brilliant leaf floating above them

they veer off that path and end up in the moist mulch beds

where the branches on the trees grow low and purposely trip those thoughts

until they seem lost

~~

then the birds call out making them look in an even different direction

and

they are blinded by slivers of sun poking them in their eyes

and

before I know it

those well behaved thoughts are twisting and turning

and

starting to become knots

and

wishing they had dropped some breadcrumbs behind them

~~

I stand back watching those thoughts

with my hands on my hips

shouting out

"what are you doing"

?

"I sent you on a wonderful little walk

to explore and grow and bring back friends

and

just look at what you've done to yourselves"

~~

and

they turn and look at me and laugh

reminding me

that they're just little explorers

and

that I've been the one a little knotted lately

not them

and

I shake my head

realizing that they're right

and

they come running back to me

right where they belong

and

together we sit here and write

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