It wanders lurching from thought to thought
Memory to memory, random unhinged
What has to be done, what shouldn’t have been done?
All grabbing at the controls pointing the way
Obsessed with its own power to seize the reins
Pull, soothe, command all to no avail
It goes where it wants or doesn’t want
Plays old songs over and over until they are all that can be heard
This goes on for days, between rants about the world’s increasing insanity
Laments about paths taken, not taken, paths to be frighteningly avoided
Grows frustrated, angry at obstacles angered by confusion
Confuses all things with its constant compulsive distractions
Occasionally stopped by the watcher sometimes
Quieting the incessant noise finding space
Between breaths and heartbeats
Refocused on the beauty now found in everything
For a few moments free from its wandering thought and feeding pastures
Grazing here and there at peace
Unaware of the predacious self about to eat its own tail
Breathe in, breathe out
Birdsong rustles the leaves in the quaking bush
It sits quiet happy for the moment
Next moment comes and goes
And the next all happening around the periphery
Of the now