Oracular Intelligence

there are trains of Mind,
that take you nowhere,
who travel,
one thought to the next,
and whose stops are in between,
brief,
for a mid-day snack,
a purifying drink:

time to take a picture

the pictures themselves,
take a different storied route,
one picture to the next,
the stops lost in between,
while you’re on the train,
waiting for a mid-day snack,
for a cool breeze to take you
away into another picture