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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