Sometimes thinking hurts your head

Turns out a cloud’s a verb –
constantly coming into being,
and where does your skin end?
What’s the edge of anything?
Birds moult.
All these things – straight lines –
turns out they’re spirals –
things are twistier than you thought –
everything’s part of everything,
the air’s opaque,
the earth moves,
the leaves are starting to turn –
to change their colour-
time sweeps on.
There are stones in the river
sudden humps and hollows,
but we can’t see them,
and the air’s a landscape,
hills and valleys,
everything’s going all the time,
everything’s coming,
there’s no place to just stand.

A stream of consciousness for Grace at dVerse.

18 thoughts on “Sometimes thinking hurts your head

  1. Wow, I love where this stream of consciousness took me with its imagery to my mind’s eye. Very creative with such bursting imagery of the air, the hills and the landscape. I feel like this is a fleeting type of poem–the imagery consistently changes, fleeting away to another moment to delve into. Such a beautiful piece from start to finish. Amazing writing.

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  2. This is incredibly captivating, Sarah! 💝 You had me at “All these things – straight lines –
    turns out they’re spirals – things are twistier than you thought –everything’s part of everything,the air’s opaque, the earth moves, the leaves are starting to turn.” 🙂

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  3. “there’s no place to just stand”! Let’s hope we can all find a quiet spot to just sit and listen to what nature has to say. I loved your stream of thought!

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