Letting the Mind Wander

Letting the Mind Wander

these days, these times
of upheaval, and uncertainty
requires a certain style,
a letting go, an immersion
into fragmentary diversion
like a stargazer captivated
with heavenly bodies flickering
in far off space.

Letting the mind wander-
a task for dreamers, disillusioned
idealists disenchanted, disenfranchised
dodderers doodling in inner space
mulling over esoterica, the secret
arcanum of hidden ideas shared
with brothers and sisters of like ilk,
Masons of the mind and spirit.

Letting the mind wander
panning for gold in cold streams
like the Forty-Niner’s, like gamblers
playing the lottery, hopeful aspirants
seeking a new day, a new life,
sifting through the miasma of fool’s gold
in the great vein of the brain’s mine.

Letting the mind wander
over the plains, the vast emptiness
stark and startling, a blank slate
staring straight into one’s soul,
interrogating the interstices of grey
matter like a secret agent unlocking
furtive ideas of a hush-hush culture.

Letting the mind wander
reborn a child without preconception
or prejudice, flexible, pliable as heated
glass blown into tiny unicorns.
Malleability requisite to fix a broken
world. A planet made of peanut brittle.

Let the mind wander.