sometimes my thoughts follow
a simple straight line
and end up in a singular place.
I’m hungry.
I’m thirsty.
I need chocolate.
even I love you.
straightforward.
easy to express.

sometimes my thoughts zigzag
here
there
every
where.
a million tiny dots
random
without order
a mess of points
without pattern
or any singular
unifying
element.
impossible to articulate
incoherent in context–
red, red, red, blue, green, yellow;
anger, fear, jealousy, despair.
Experiential.
Nebulous.

I suppose this is the reason
my thoughts don’t
always lend themselves
to expression.
yes,
perhaps it’s partially
because I tend to be
a quiet thinker.
But really,
who’s to say
whether a thought follows
a direct and orderly
linear path,
or an abstract
random path?

Sometimes I don’t even
know myself.