Headlands



Sometimes
especially at night
I feel my head
racing at a hundred and one miles
trying
to take in every thought it can
and make some theory
or pattern
or map
to live the next day by
to live a little better
a little fuller.

Sometimes
its too much,
I want to send my head
to an abrupt slumber,
no thoughts
just stillness.

Not always,
but sometimes
especially on train trips
and afternoon walks
my head
does what it does best;
imagines

a new headland
of sailing ships. cardboard waves.
tea cups. butterfly kites.