Thin

This
Is the story of
A report from
My remote assignment
And in it
Maybe you will find
A thin blue line
(Yes, it’s blue)
That connects
Some secret circuitry
From synapse to synapse
Step by step
Breath by breath.

I have found a stream
And it is trafficked
Full of wonders
Random and rampant
A parade of recollections
Loosely strung images
Particles passing
Like circus elephants
Strung trunk to tail.

And at any moment
I can reach out and grasp
Any one of them
Holding them to marvel
Allowing them to be the next
Starting point
Or
Letting them loose
With a smile
And a wave
Good bye.

Letting go is as good
As holding tight.