A Thought, like a Fly, can Die

I caught a thought on its way

to be born on yesterday.

It was stopped in its flight

but i couldn’t get it right.

Thoughts, without a memory

never really belonged to me.

I think my memory was

dependent on what it does.

If it has no consequence,

it is beautiful nonsense.

If it lived in eternity,

How could it have been stopped by me?

It just takes a little time.

We can also make it rhyme.

Walt Abbott 3-15-2012