Wilderness

Wandering through the wilderness

of my brain

ideas, like pebbles,

tumble against each other.

Dry and ageing,

or emerging

from the soup

of formation,

they mix

like soup

in the fabrication

of a liquidiser.

Coloured and precise,

or banded and speckled

with caveats,

they share space

causing clarity or confusion

in equal measure.

The are shiny and new like jewels,

or dull with conformity

and the chains

of reasonableness.

All life is there.

Shall I choose one

for the slingshot

or polish one

for display ?