Unchained Wildebeest
A Poem
Sometimes when I am trying to fall asleep
my mind acts like an unchained wildebeest
thrashing to and fro, side to side, hide to hide
until I have to get up and open an instrument
to write down all of my worldly thoughts
so that they don’t escape and go down
that drain in the shower with my chest hair
But it’s hard to put the chains back on
after you have allowed the wildebeest to go
so now I am running around after myself
trying to find the best way to get some rest
but also protect the dark caverns of my mind
so I don’t lose the one idea that has meaning
and only shines its light with my head on a pillow
Maybe I am the unchained wildebeest
and not just my mind, but all of the DNA
that is coursing through me and inviting me
to be a spectacle to myself through a monocle
and into the depths of time and back out
until I lay there, calm as a sprig of lavender
awaiting the thought to be complete
© Jonathan Greene 2024
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