It was there, but gone the other moment:
a thought, solution for a problem,
then – no more,
one of those clouds the wind blows out of shape,
dissolving in cerulean sky, or
a key, one of a kind, melted back to steel,
returning to the cluttered chaos of the mind.
I have found that unseen “there” at times:
between the deformed fragments of my past –
a lump of underheld emotions,
a deep dark pit
of possibilities and spite, with
every now and then a bright idea
that will never make it to the surface.