Float Pt. 1: 8-24-18

Thoughts often float

through my head like

a small boat

drifting on an

unhurried, forgotten

tide.

Lately, the waters have

been a bit choppy,

a bit more dangerous

than usual.

The ideas that rise above

the frothy waves

are sharper.

The questions are

deceptively casual and

do not raise alarm.

Like, "Do you think

the parallel lines

of the buildings and

poles outside

match the cuts on

your arm?"

And because they are

just floating, not crashing

or thrusting or bashing

against the boat that holds

my piece of mind,

it is easy to forget,

to dismiss without much care

the fact that I don't even

have scars to share.

"Not yet." another

idea softly bumping against

the boat.

But I just want to ignore

them. I just want to

float...