What happened
to that brilliant thought?
I had it
just a moment ago.
Vanished before
capture.
Vapors or dust
lost in a
forgotten instant.
No matter
how hard
I shut my eyes,
replay the moment,
I cannot recapture
that thought.
It evades, alludes,
a shadow of time.
Dig deeper
force my mind back.
Feel the sun on my face
and in my eyes.
The soft microfibers
of my reclining chair,
and though
I recreate
this fleeting instance
I cannot re-visualize
that wayward thought.