Train Of Thought Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

In the beginning

I knew they were sober;

they followed the tracks

of my imagination

without a cloud of doubt -

chugging along coherently;

sometimes shifting momentum

like a snail,

then a tortoise,

and now moving

with the pace of a hare;

at every bend sometimes

it pauses momentarily

to diffuse some ideas,

or relinquish a few,

or let the hurried fritters

exit without loitering

on the memory bank;

each station of thinking

harbors more fresh ideas

keeping the momentum

at a steady pace,

and embracing divisiveness

to freely coordinate

a successful train of thought.