Do thoughts have a destination?

Male thought. Photographic: DWV

Do thoughts have a destination?

.

It is a double decker bus,

painted emerald green.

It rumbles over the uneven landscape

of reality being created

as fast as the bus moves,

swelling, swirling, expanding and flattening

ceaselessly.

.

Inside the bus,

dressed in various ways,

sit the passengers –

thoughts that have become

almost permanent

by having been called into existence

many times.

.

Take the one, a little incongruously dressed

in a T-shirt

and a formal tie, maroon

with a discreet orange pattern woven into it.

One could take him as a male,

judging by the squarish chin

and very faint skull ridges over the eyes.

.

He – let’s call him he –

is looking through the window,

idly opening and closing

his Jospeh Rodgers pocket knife.

Yes, it is definitely a male thought.

.

What is he about?

He looks up at us.

One could say that he looks vulnerable, but then

he tightens his mouth and narrows his eyes slightly.

.

Why did they start making clay pots,

those women? he asks.

He looks to the side, then back.

Utensils, weapons, machines, computers,

things that can think.

.

I’m beginning to wonder, he adds softly,

whether there will still be room for me

eventually.

About kruger01

Poet, author, translator Grandfather of five. Bonsai grower.
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