Slipstream

 

Too many thoughts to keep

I must let them go

Around the corner, just before

The turn, a thought moving

Too fast toward the new street

 

And I can’t catch up

To tap it on the shoulder

To say, Slow down!  The neurons

Flash, and I miss everything

 

I want to get to know them

Look, here’s a café just along the way

We might stop, have some coffee

A nosh

While I may get to know you, maybe,

If you will,

Slip you in my pocket to go over with

Clarity, later on

 

No?  The synaptic pace is set?

I’ll simply lose you, then

Have what marks I made

(little more than bird tracks)

Fold them in a file

Read over the pages from

Time to time

Hoping for salience with

A slowed-down sense

Of light speed

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Joachim Lutz, CC BY-SA 3.0 de, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20052646