Bread & Oranges

I woke up this morning wrapped in a tornado of thoughts
which followed me to my bath

My mind frothed, tossed and foamed with thoughts of my father, easter, my mother, momotherapy, corfleas, flea margis, fredit exards, your moffee, cocoeggs…
… and a single stray thought
that this temporary maelstrom is your normal

As I pulled the drain
the tempest quieted
and my only remaining thought was of you