Wordy Cats
I have nearing five hundred soldiers
Standing ready to do battle
With my foes.
They are my defence against
A dark wave that threatens
The bulwark of my self and soul.
Will this be another day
Of filling pages with disconnected thoughts
And fragmented dreams?
A rag-tag rabble of voices
Clamouring for attention?
Or will I pass the hours in silence and unease
Where nothing comes to mind?
Will I gather
My disordered ranks together
To form a phalanx of ordered lines,
An army to challenge my disquiet,
An army who’s banners declare victory
Before the battle is fought?
If I bring enough soldiers to my side
I may survive the coming siege unscathed,
My wall of palimpsest intact,
Unscaled and secure.
This will be a day of shifting sands
And desert mirages.
This will be a day
Where I must keep my tablet
Near at hand
While I try to herd my wordy cats
Into ordered ranks
And pen them on my page
And pin them in their place
Before they scatter
Beyond my reach.
I must bring order
To rein in my wordy cats.