Tell me why my mind travels
from thought to thought
the way others travel from place to place.

I linger over oceans,
vistas, undiscovered countries
and wonder, wander, witness
so many new places I could capture
had I a camera.

I hear the whisper of breezes
through page-less trees
as they navigate me
through bleak and blame.
They lead my feet into hopeful passages.

I discover new cultures,
new languages that beckon shyly,
asking me to give them voices
to give them history
to give them labels that stick to foreheads.

I wander into my darker regions
and embrace my deepest depressions,
wrong impressions, forgotten lands.
I let my thinking guide me forth
to change my own equations
as I wander my personal equator.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

7 thoughts on “Mindmap

  1. “…so many new places I could capture
    had I a camera.”

    But you have a camera. It’s that weird and wonderful mind of yours that takes in everything it encounters and makes it all new and unpredictable. People don’t come any cooler than that.

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