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Thought That Got Away
by June Nash
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The old man had a thought today
But like a fish, it got away
He struggled with it in his hands
Wiggling, into the lake it lands
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Like a great white bass he once caught
He held in his hands a dear thought
Can’t remember it’s size or weight
It is gone now, now it’s too late
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He goes back to his rods and reels
Back to fishing for thoughts he feels
A nibble or two in the brain
Trying to hook that thought again
June Nash 
This is so familiarly awesome. Thank you!
Not only does it describe my inability to grapple ordinary daily thoughts sometimes, but definitely is hauntingly similar to my relationship with ideas for poems, songs, and stories. Fleeting like fish…
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I catch a lot of my thoughts while taking walks or driving my car. I can’t write them down, so they end up flopping around on the ground until they make it back into the sea of oblivion. Once in a while I’m able to hold on to one long enough to get it home, but I seem to lose more than I land.
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