A twisted careless thought curled back into the middle of my mind.
An accidental consequence of someone else’s solid truth,
a radiant silent reply, a whirling wind, the dust of scattered memories brought up.
I wish I could have held it – a kite I’d never flown.
I wish I could have kept it out so words could paint its gown
but it went in, inside the core.
A thought crawled back but is no more.