The mind is a muscle, and not a gland
that simply filters things inward and out;
each conscious movement of a writing hand
flexes more than the arm’s tendons; No doubt
with each new thought a synapse finds action,
and the software is ready for upgrade,
while hardware, purring with satisfaction,
settles into the new groove ideas made.
Sometimes it is difficult to evolve
on such a regular schedule, however;
and the words don’t come without pain and strife.
On these days, the gears just seem to revolve
without meshing; and what seems so clever
to the hand, the mind rejects. Such is life.
22 FEB 2003
