There’s debris in my mind

and all the dust its kicked up

is sending me sideways

into the past and its rust.

I’m finding odd thoughts

about the what ifs and shouldas

and wiping down smears

from all the if-only-I-couldas.

My left side is bogged down

with the wreck of what was

and the right side is clogged up

with the future’s odd fuzz.

And so I go for a walk

to look into the trees,

settling my mind

from its acrobatic trapeze.