Why do we scratch our heads when we can’t figure something out?
Are we simply buying time?
Signalling that we are clueless?
Or, do we think we’ll shake our brains a bit,
and the information we are looking for will fall out?
I’ve arrived in the Midwest now and am starting the work of making a new home for myself in St. Louis. My brother Gary Thompson flew out to visit me, fish with Daniel, and escort me back. We slept last night in the house we grew up in, where my father grew up, where he…
Walking Over Water Stick falls off oak tree in winter’s bare delight. Thin stick over deep water, chilled water. “Courage!” I say to my bare tingly toes.
Perched on the end of faded green roughened seesaw. Roughened by sand poured over the board. I went up and down, then suddenly stopped. Stopped in midflight by a girl child turned woman. She said, “Here I am!” with her eyes. She made the sand feel solid.
Why do we gripe, comparing shadows? The shadow is past. Why choose to live in a shadow? I want to tan with the richness of sunlight.
I was in my boxers enjoying my box turtle while eating my box lunch before the big boxing match on TV. But there was this old TV show “Let’s Make a Deal” and I wanted to know what was in box number 1. Imagine somebody took away the computers, pens and pencils. The only writing…
I put my mind in a time bottle. Watch the particles of brain matter funnel down the sand trap called Time.
Now, that’s a good question! I never thought of that…I think it’s a sign that I need more time to think.
I think it is our brain, waking up from its big sleep, all tingly and not sure what direction to go in! Scratching gives it the stimulation to find the answer and gives the rest of us time to recover our wits.