“upside down”
ideas, like flocks of colored birds
perch in the branches of my mind
. . . and after decades of idea-having,
i wonder: what’s going on there?
surely i don’t rule the movements of these idea birds,
i can’t will them to be absent from my mind,
nor manifest a truly original thought
so i find myself trying out another view:
people don’t have ideas,
ideas have people
turning my world upside down
“in wonderment”
