Thoughts fly
And fancies pull me
Whither they will.
I'm listening,
But am I?
Half an ear, perhaps
Missed the point,
Gone again.
Wheels turning
Too many thoughts.
Here, there, dancing
I focus again
Then eyes drawn to
Hair. Red, dyed.
Back to page,
To preacher,
Funny story.
Quiet chatter by me
Preacher reading,
Me reading
Focused
Unfocused
Focus, focus, focus.
