wondering where to start

as i stare at the dog

resting peacefully on the

ottoman, but interrupted

by sounds of running water

before i hear my son talking

to a friend on a game.

the clouds visible through

prism paned glass in

the door with a hint

of greenery on the tree

meaning pollen will be

covering everything soon.

racing thoughts, with

no brake, never slowing

to process individual ideas.

mental chaos bouncing

between the caverns of

my brain, almost visible,

presenting like floaters

behind my eyes.

no off ramp, no way

to slow the process.

still sounds of games,

running water replaced by rattling pans

with talk of baking.

i'll just stop here.