Restless

I find it difficult to think if things to say. Increasingly--difficult.

It's not that nothing buzzes in my brain--I see, feel, experience a lot each day and I spend (hours? minutes? a breath?) processing. Or just thinking. Or observing the repeated images that parade across the back of my eye-lids

(grotesque)

when I close the (blue) eyes that See
that Look

a lot.

Too much, sometimes,
but a lot.

But those are pictures and abstract
thoughts that don't like to
sit still
on a page.

This is not a poem.
This is a brainstorm.