Thoughts drift in and out
by Elouise
Thoughts drift in and out
Restless and murky
On the edge of
Something not yet
Articulated
My mind waits impatiently
For the penny to drop
into a swirling sea of
Unclaimed possibilities
The juke box won’t wait
It wants to dance now
Drowning my heart with
Aches and longing for
What never was
Sitting up straight
I turn the rusty key
And find one thing
Remains –
I want to go home
Even if it died
Just yesterday
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 5 May 2019
Photo found at pinterest.com – Foggy Appalachian Trail in the Great Smoky Mountains
Telling the Truth 
Dear Elouise, Thank you for this post, which resonates with so many of my dreams (including last night’s), hardly any of which resolve, and which leave me with a sense of longing for that which (often) I cannot even describe. Awaking this morning to renewed sunshine and all the greenery proved restorative in a number of ways…may the beauty all around be a tonic to you, too!
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You’re so welcome, Debbie. We’re just back from a lovely day at Longwood. Very good for perspective and gratitude. Hugs and warm thanks for this comment. 💜💕
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Great poem!
My favorite part was “The juke box won’t wait / It wants to dance now.”
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Thanks! 😊
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No problem!
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