I start my day at the computer
opening my writing from yesterday
I delete everything
I advance the date to today
the screen is now blank
Its a signal to clear my mind completely
I wait patiently for a passing thought
I let the first few thoughts go by unmolested
I can see them clearly but choose to ignore them
like strangers walking down the other side of the street
the traffic between us is heavy and noisy
then suddenly an interesting thought appears
moving quickly along the other side
I must wait for a gap in the traffic
I eventually cross over and chase after him
he ignores my pleas to slow down
escaping my grasp before he disappears forever
this side of the street is empty now
the other side is crowded with attractive thoughts
I must return to the other side
I see a small gap and take a huge risk
running fast between speeding vehicles
I reach the other side out of breath
I confront a thought who stares at me in disbelief
what the hell do you want with me he demands
I need you for a poem I explain
hell no he says as he dashes into the busy street
brakes squeal and cars swerve to avoid him
he jumps back in front of me in a cold sweat
we make eye contact for a brief moment before he whispers to me
better to live forever in your poem than die escaping it
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 