My thoughts skitter this way and that and rustle my memories
which took so long to rake into their neat little piles,
but it's ok...
...I always love watching the bright reds and yellows
and even the dried up, crunch browns swirl in
my consciousness and float down all around me &
I love the experience of running through the middle of
their airborne dance with my arms outstretched and
How beautiful their costumes and dance are.
Makes me laugh.
Finally exhausted, I lay down on my thick, comforting
blanket of scattered memories and gaze up into
the tall, strong branches of my life.