Thoughts swim around in my head —

some eels, slowly coiling about others, threatening to devour smaller ideas

some seahorses, frantically fluttering fins but making little progress

some sailfish, flying through so quickly the mind barely registers them

some smelt, darting frenetically about in panic mode.

I thrash and flail
to no avail —
sleep eludes this tropical aquarium.

 

Tomorrow night: only three cappuccinos after dinner.