from the outside
on rays of sunshine
since the door
to my mind has been
previously opened
to the morning and
the beginning of a
brand new day;
the thought lays on
the hardwood floor
basking in the sun
as it warms itself
into maturity...
combined with others,
the thought becomes
a phrase, then a
concept that has a
life all of its own,
as it plays and reacts
with others...
already inside me...
no longer alone,
the thought matures
and ages, gradually
assuming the role of
the wise who have taken
shelter inside me for years...
and on the council, it
sits deciding what will
be as the days change in
the surrounding but
quite natural environment.
23 November 2021
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