There lay open the slate

clean as a whistle

and straight

ready to drink some

unchained thoughts

and untrained words

why do these nagging dogs

visit during my me time

and must it be during my shower time?

 

You would have thought it is not the slate

as it comes as it would

ready and dry as a wood

its intensity creates immensity

its press is a mess

the faucet locks in protest

not a drip anymore!

must these thoughts visit during my me time?

and in the bath?

 

The mind does not mind

does not mind the place or time

all it does is unleash itself

wave of thoughts and thoughts and thoughts

anywhere, everywhere, anyhow, any time

until the faucet angrily opens up

splashes water everywhere for my bath!