There’s are balls in my brain –
knotted tangles of thoughts,
dreams, yearnings and ideas.
Some bounce around my skull
with the thudding intent of
alpha-males playing squash.
Some slip through marble-
small and insistent – rolling
through creases in my cranium.
Others spring – beach-ball sized and
multi-coloured – filling my head so
there’s hardly room to eat or breathe.
But these balls only bounce
around my head for so long
before they leap away again.
Gone. With no trace they ever were.
Worse, there are those I caught
and fumbled – their rounded
perfection forever dented.
When I think of all those lost balls –
and the ones I dropped – I am haunted
by the waste. And strive to get
better at catching balls…