A distracted mind

Yes, I am of the age now that I will walk into a room and on finding something I’d forgotten will have forgotten why I came into the room in the first place.

I blame stress, a lack of sleep, the humidity (or a lack of it), cats, and those little imps that go about the house moving things when I’m at work.

The birth of an idea 

It started as a subtle spark -  

one single neuron fired another and through a 

cascading effect the idea took form and meaning. 

Connections between dormant points joined the activation 

It was impossible to predict if or when this would ever happen – 

the generation

of a completely new idea. 

But it did happen,

as hot water washed over my face – cleansing me of 

the misdemeanours

of the night before. 

And I held the idea in my frontal lobe, firmly,

as I walked through other morning rituals,

Losing it only in the finding of my shoes. 

Photo by RODNAE Productions on Pexels.com

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