Head full of distractions, no through line detected;
not a thought given to where I'm directed.

The pathway heads north and then 
suddenly switches and I'm heading

off

in

a whole new direction. I wish I might
stay for a while here and write.

I'd direct my thoughts and
my ink to the page, but

it ain't gonna happen, so I'll say, "Adieu,"
as I hurry back to from where I just flew.


This was written in response to the 11/10/22 prompt from Miz Quickly.