These Four Walls

These four walls my audience
As I rehearse lines what could be said
At another time,
Maybe some other place.

Phrases to questions
Only asked by consciousness with a
Potential of any probability
For real life situations.

Strange, some may think;
A sign of intelligence, others may say;
Just trying to appear normal
Is my excuse.

There is proof in conversations spoken
That show fluidity where otherwise, the alternative:
A broken flow, a shattered steady stream
Reduced to catchphrase sentences.

Excuses may be excuses,
But with connections always repairing
Lost communications between their neighbors
These talks make the flow normal.

Lost In the Wind

Overwhelmed by charging ideas
Then distant cicadas.
A connection lost as
Concepts float out of reach.

In frenzied chaos
Lures are cast out;
Nets positioned for the anticipated catch.
Many long hours spent
Wasting time checking and rechecking
Futile as it were
And nothing done as proof
For the ideas slipped away
Right under my nose.