Elusive Thoughts

Author observing a sunset in Venice, Florida

Where do all my

greatest ideas go,

when creatively

trying to think?

Right at the tip of

my mind’s tongue,

then vanishing

into the brink!

Might that they

be time travelers,

to you, sound a bit

contrived?

I choose to believe

they simply left,

before they had

arrived.

Lost in an ether

of elusive thoughts,

possibly drifting

forever.

Fishing for, and

reeling them in,

is this poet’s life

endeavor.

Sun setting at the fishing pier in Venice, Florida