Reflections on the AuSable or My Brain as a Trout Stream

Cool and clear
Like a swift stream
That’s the way the mind flows
Bubbles and gurgles and shallow waves
Thoughts bob by in a spray of foam
Floating and spinning
Whirling and rocking
Fuzzy ideas follow feathered flashes
Like a mallard’s ducklings
While the shiny thoughts
The brook trout thoughts
Swish their dappled tales and rise
Only occasionally to the surface
For a brief splash in the sunlight
Then back to the deep holes
The dark holes where the big ideas live
Someday I’ll catch me a big idea