Untethered we come undone
spiral strings of a thousand colored thoughts
passing into a beautiful pile
something new created from a mind
unwound/unbound and set free.
An image drifts in
as if through the open window in a storm
blowing/bouncing about the walls
like tiny bubbles floating as I pluck each one out
the thin air allows it to hang
for just a moment
before it disappears.
I think of the scent of lemon zest
or perhaps orange and I feel the emotion
settle like dust to the floor,
where is it these random ideas form
as I follow the string from beginning to knot
I find myself transfixed on the shades and hues
of life seen through the eyes
of a mere girl left pondering
what was it that got away in the second that passed
and where is the meaning
in a wayward scent imagined.
How deep the mind can delve
when let loose to find its path
and the day still blossoming before me
I know the swings and shifts
as I tug gently on the string
will only lead me to the hanging end
where I can casually ball it back up,
tucking it away for a creative day
to throw it out there,
let it unfurl
and begin again.