The Art Of The Drifting Mind
This is not a case “in defense of the drifting mind”
Or a thesis on “the art of the wandering mind”
Or a theory on “why we gaze”
I hear “mother you are staring”
No surprise, I have it down to a science
I check the boxes on the forms under hobbies and interests
Gazer, starer, dreamer, ponder, netter of poetry
Somewhere in the quiet spaces where the sunlight flickers and rocks
On branch and limb, limb and leaf,
Decidedly undecided whether to rest in the shadows or dance in the radiant puddles of light
The mind births an idea
And the idea becomes art
And the art becomes inspiration
And the inspiration becomes solace
And the solace becomes a balm
And the balm of the drifting mind
Can rest at peace
Her work is done
Until her glance meets the window pane
Through which she pours out
And breathes in
Again
elizabeth w. marshall 
BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL!
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