Sunday, December 6, 2009

My brain works like this

by Emily Dickinson

I felt a clearing in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it,
seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.

1 comment:

Dee J. said...

I recognize that - it's when you walk quickly into a room with a mission and then forget what you were there for - happens many times a day at my age.
love, auntie dj