I try to clear my mind--I really do--
but things keep pouring in to grab the space.
I hear the breeze and wonder why it's blue;
I feel the sunlight shadowing my face.
Resolved, I shake my head and toss them out--
the ponderous questions, maudlin songs and cries.
I litter the air with shreds of stubborn doubt,
with shards of joys and poignant little sighs.
I empty mighty hopes and random dreams,
Throw out the tedious ramblings and the rage,
Out whispered hunches--anything that seems
To take up any space! Get off the stage!
But endless are the sources of this spring
I cannot clear my mind of everything!
