Holding onto a thought
and then letting it
slip
upstream
like a fish
that gets
caught
on the end of my line.
I like to spend time
thinking
like a fisherman
who enjoys
catching ideas, and then
letting them go again.
How horrible
to lose your mind
and not be able to fish anymore.
It’s similar to the teachers
talking in the hallways…
Much is said
but not much is thought.
It’s like a person with short-term memory loss
who says things,
but can’t form a coherent thought.
Word Salad
The principal caught me
in my office
reading a book.
He’s a kind of fisherman
who catches professionals doing
what they’re not supposed to do,
and what’s funny
are the hours wasted
by all his obvious employees
talking
about nothing.
He wears a suit
over his t-shirt
and walks
everywhere
quickly.
He has places to go,
but doesn’t go anywhere.
I travel
inside my mind.
Intellectual Shaman 
Maybe the Principal is also fishing for what makes an organisation perfect, efficient and effective, and catching people who appear to be slacking is how he fills time whilst waiting for those other fish to come along and nibble at his bait. Could be the basis for an interesting chat with him: two fishermen, waiting for the big one. Nice piece.
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Yes. I think that’s it, to a T.
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A mysterious poem. Loss of coherent thinking is described very well.
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Hi Felic, I was having trouble thinking, and then I chose to write about that.
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That game of, catch and, release, and yet, sometimes, we would, catch something, that we don’t want, but it just won’t, go, away, like that idea that we want, out of our heads, but can’t get rid, of…
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Yes–the thought we can’t get out of our mind. What a horrible thought! ha ha!
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Hey, thanks for the share, Battlestar Eclectic!!!
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