A head explodes with
A thousand thoughts
And I wish they were flowers
And riverboat cruises.
A good tracksuit, really comfy.
Gravel paths,
The perfect eyebrow on the right occasion.
When your kid
Tips their head back to laugh
And for a moment you see the
Baby again.
When frames are straight and solid
In a cool, tiled gallery.
A basket of something. Delivered.
Royal blue fountain pen ink.
The completion of
A long planned surprise.
The anticipation of a friends face.
These are the thoughts that should.
Can wishing make it so?
I will step carefully into those too tight, too cheap ruby slipper knock offs.
And defy/reverse/obscure/evade logic.
Stefanie Moore 