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Where Is My Head Today?

Will I ever know?

By Rowan Finley Published 6 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Don Hainzl

I think about everything that is not in front of me.

And everything that is in front of me I just run into, sometimes run over ...

(Depending on the day)

Watch out everyone!

My head

floats with the clouds

and skips through the rain

and rides on the lightning

and jumps in the puddles

and slips and slides down the rainbows

and bounces on the dandelions

and hides in the shadows

and dances with the fall leaves

and hibernates in the winter

and flies around the treetops

and frolics with the stars

and rolls down the mountains

and runs just plain wild, wild

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley