In their abode, "I'm going
to go collect my thoughts"
became a code
for "I'm going to take a nap."
The euphemism's like a cat's
toy or anything a feline feels
like batting around, slobbering on,
and then--before a nap--ignoring.
Well, there those thoughts are,
spread out on a cloth in the mind.
Not very many, not of the highest
quality. Mostly worries, minor obsessions,
images of flowers or birds--something
pleasant, maybe, to look at
as one rolls over and feels
grogginess close the eyes
and fog the conscious mind.
Hans Ostrom 2024
