Deep In Thought Am I
by James McLain
i rub my finger up and down it.
through the highs and lows and
ridged great puffy clouds.
and from the south,
is felt warm wind each petal opens.
and resistance slight when filled.
i rub it even more.
thick and frothy white caped waves.
i skip each stone across the under toe.
and still i'm heavy, deep in thought am i.
there is little too if none to hold it back.