Thoughts spilled into my mind today.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sound and sights and words are heard,
As my pen rushes to obey.
Putting ink to paper all the information,
That floods my weary brain.
Write this! Write that!
Words tumble down my very nimble mind
Into my slower fingers.
As my head is fraught with thoughts all around,
Grasping them in memory.
Start to ink paper. Connect the dots.
Turns into information and not just “whatever” spots.
Hand, brain, eye cooperate.
How I am impressed!
Tiny molecules, electric, too!
Jump synapses to make sense.