JANUARY 19, 2010 9:37AM

My Mind is Like a Tadpole

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My mind is like a tadpole in a cloudy little creek, overhung with trees so the sun barely shines through to the bottom, but the tadpole’s darting here and swishing there, letting you see only where it just was and where it just landed, but never letting you see it.  You half forget it’s there till it’s gone, and the motions are so random and jerky, you can’t make any meaning out of them, much less track ‘em or tell where they’re going next.

 Or else, sometimes, it feels like hundreds of helium balloons, one by one filled up and one by one accidentally let loose, over and over again. Filled and floating away, escaping catching, drifting this way and that in the wind, changing from one moment to the next.  Somehow it feels like the balloons shouldn’t be getting away, but they are.  I don’t quite know what would come of them if they were blown up and kept in a proper bunch; where they’d be put, how they’d be arranged, and what they’d get up to all together like that?  But I do have the feeling that they shouldn’t be slipping away as they do.

 Other times, it’s like a big fat spider, weaving it’s cancer web, slow and methodical, intricate and neverending, with no place to get away to.  That spider just keeps spinning, round and round, never losing place, nor lessening pace, a neat little trap it makes, with no holes in sight.

 And oh, there are those sweet times when it’s like, I don’t know what; like an open spot of grass on a quiet autumn day, gentle breeze barely blowing and a kind type of sunlight sitting just so on the ground.  It’s a quiet scene, with nothing much to do and nowhere else to go, just right and simple.  I like that mind the best, of course, but she doesn’t come around nearly as often as I’d wish.  When I call to her, she doesn’t seem to hear, but instead turns her back and walks away, though I know she does hear me.  She’s just pretending.  So I’m left back with my tadpoles, balloons and charlotte-web spiders, just hoping I’ll chance upon the field again soon.  I’ll know it when I do.  It does take my breath away.

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beautiful...I love the way you look at your mind and notice how it flows and changes