Her Mind

 

Her mind

brimming with plans and schemes,

calculations and wishes,

possibilities of all sorts,

worries and cares,

memories you might keep in a music box,

pictures; movies, old and new, and never made

are box-offce in that Roxy;

the smoke-like tendril from childhood that loops about her,

those beautiful thoughts and philosophies

dreams, old loves and glories,

secret places like streams that play music on coloured stones,

or wells lost beneath ferns;

her creations, the wonderful, the zany;

her knowledge and learning,

her files, research projects, best or broken practises;

scaffolding half built on half built ideas;

the far reaches beyond plains, mountains, rivers and seas;

and cupboards she keeps locked on the shady side of the moon;

I hold it in my hands

while she has her eyes shut

and sleep is setting in.