Mashed potatoes

Waves of confusion flutter the gates
of the mind, creating a fortress of solitude
that cannot be penetrated,

Seeking answers among rushing thoughts
that wisp through but never really stop.
Afterward, no answers that make sense,
like a carousel that never stops,

like a turbulent storm that creates havoc,
doing the best you can to grasp
a single thought that makes sense,

then a serene calm . . .


   --written by special guest blogger, ML on 6/12/07
   (entered by MayarOwl 6/16/07)