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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