Waiting My mind is a giant sea sponge Waiting to be filled I cannot reach beyond my grasp It pushes, pokes, waking me at night I see it in the darkness Something grand, marvellous Light comes too soon, sweeping it away Yet the mind screams to be filled More information is needed How can I push through the invisible shield? Find that place where answers grow I read the books that tell me There’s more power in mind than an atom bomb That’s the problem. We walk around with a quarter of a tank full Never pushing the grey matter further, harder Than we have been taught I know more now than a year ago Age creeps up behind, taking pieces I had stored Telling myself I will do that tomorrow By then, it is hidden in one of those tiny holes It might as well be buried out at sea I will never find it again Like a sponge, the mind springs back A new idea shines brighter, bigger You run with it, hoping it will not fade Before you get it done I have squeezed my mind every which way Until it felt flat. This I find, doesn’t work The mind pops back in strange ways Fantastical thoughts run through like a raging sea Each thought lodging in its own space To be wondered at another day How marvellous is that little grey matter…
© Anita Dawes2021
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