A thought train leaving a station
appears to be heading to the little town of reasoning
instead of the city of facts.
Neither is more pleasing.
The train scheduled to leave at a quarter after four
reminds me that there is no rush this quiet morning.
reminds me that there are no more facts.
reminds me that everyone's thoughts shut down in the evening,
while mine just started its engine.
I fed it. I gave it coal.
and this reasoning that i should hate,
lacks all control.
and having no control,
just happens to be something I love.
© 2011 The Still Air