I was cleaning up my virtual files and found one I labeled “Scattered.” It was the beginning of a poem, which I’ve included below. I can’t finish it because I have no idea what thought or emotion inspired it, and I think I might have swiped a line from a Bob Schneider song. Anyway, the file name and first line are humorously ironic, don’t you think?
Scattered in trails of unfinished thoughts—
Like stars when they die,
Everything they have ever been catching on fire
And hurtled in every direction
Leaving remnants of their presence
In orbit around the space they…