I want to write today about ancient cities discovered
and ancient babies too, I want to write about things left behind
by others passing through. I want to write about frustrations
and the small things in life that bring moments, like sunshine,
pretending to be rays of light.
All these things are swirling and tangled within
my mind. Perhaps when the dust settles, and the
sediment falls to the bottom and froth floats to top; perhaps then,
I will be able to write these things that swirl in my head.