The Dust Devil of Consciousness
I've heard it called a stream
the way thoughts trickle from the mind.
This must be the way
that Yankees experience consciousness.
No child of Oklahoma knows a stream
powerful enough to match the way a thought connects
with another thought or
the way ideas are whipped around the brain.
It is not calm, or serene, but fierce
and as unpredictable as the shifting winds of the prairie.
It is no stream that creates poetry
or music, it is a dust devil of consciousness.