What We Look At When We Think

Why do we look at what we look at when we think?

Most of us don’t diddle with an empty middle distance.

We allot our thoughts to mildly tended plots – small spaces,

navigably circumscribed, whose unsurprising contents eyes

insensibly can colonize. On subway rides, this may mean

noting sizes of the fonts in advertisements, focusing on

“take the next express to your success,” or contemplating

artificial teeth: posters for cosmetic dentistry can offer a release.

The mind therein can softly, safely spin: thoughts corralled

like lambs beyond the brink of whose enclosure wolves

are known to roam. Perhaps we think best in the confines

of what we imagine for a moment we inhabit like a home.




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