The beach of my mind

Fragments of my imagination

float like flotsom across the page.

Where to begin, where to end

where has it all gone

Dreams surging, rolling like breakers

across the beach of my mind,

sweeping the intentions far out to sea,

surging ideas to and fro

like logs on a beach.

I strive to build just one puzzle

out of the crash and roar

logs fumble, my clarity crumbles.

When will it all come clear

when will the pieces fit

When will the storm cease

to rage its rollers across

the beach of my mind