My thoughts flow
like rusty water from rusty pipes
that takes time to run clear. 

Contaminated with impure memories like
fresh squeezed orange juice
that must be processed
to get to what is real.  

A tear must form like beads
on meringue of my mind’s
lemon pie straight from the oven
still too hot to eat.

NPR TED talk inspiration
for my soul devoid of reason
making the little boy me
sit up straight
feet on the floor look ahead attention.  

And when I arrive at this point
before it is curdled to whey
I’ll take a sip and embrace it
before it slips away.