Photograph by Dianne Woods
Before he could return to the room
with pen and paper to capture
the newborn thought
that appeared in a spark of brilliance
boasting of its potential
and demanding it be documented
immediately for posterity
the thought
grew impatient
jumped up
sprouted wings
and learning to fly
took a few test flights
around the room
then it hung in the air for a brief moment
tilting its head slightly while
looking down in amusement
and flew quickly towards him
giving the impression it might land
right on the tip of his tongue
and lovingly peck at his forehead
so to loosen things up
as if shaking the branch
of the tree from where it was born
might deliver him the golden thought
but the thought never landed
and stayed enticingly just out of reach
as if to gift him the lesson
of lost potential
but before it left
it winked at him as if to say
“Faster next time”
and flew away
leaving him to wonder
if all his escaped thoughts
were landing in the same stark field
somewhere in the night
many miles away.
He quickly wrote that down.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press
January 2022
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