mountain climber

no longer know

what this is

supposed to be

thought freedom of thought

would be encouraged

even welcomed

thought it might be interesting

to keep up with the thought logs

capturing glimpses

of what this thinker thinks

whatever comes up comes out

inspired by some I may never meet

hear their words

and the beat keeps

the head bobbing

they do it differently

and at times hanging on every word

how do they remember it all

still don’t know

what this is

supposed to be my art

or some shit

but what if

no one gets it

what if no one cares

about thoughts inspiring

these scribblings actually

still done with a pen

and a blank page first

wondering what forty-nine

degrees in late May means

rainy day lonely thoughts

don’t get in the way

rearranging older ones

only hope

people still want to read

and if they don’t

guess that’s not my problem

to solve only

my mountain to climb

whatever that means…