A thousand words, 
cluttered thoughts,
moving throughout, 
A substrate of space and time. 
What is current, long past, 
All that I can’t seem to leave behind.
Containment. 
Takes practice.
A memory. 
A feeling. 
A lost connection.
Reconnected. 
Purpose.
Drive. 
All in due time. 
Trust, said process, 
No patience, keep searching, 
But what will I find?
What is the moral, the lesson,
that I must learn this time?
A thousand words, no structure, 
A blank page rests on the table, 
Wordless. 
Still left undefined.
-C.Carpenter