I peeped into my head one day
an inward garden of thoughts growing
in strange looking hollows shaped
Lazy,brilliant, inspiring, innovative,shallow deep,
Creative,active, dormant…looking thought pockets
Within every thought pocket some time was trapped
Some distinct time of my life hours, minutes,seconds,days,
Amidst this garden of pockets I saw some ideas growing ,
Some memories residing, some emotions blooming
Some dreams emerging
illuminated like giant promises of oak trees
Nevetheless ,each one of it in its heart and core had
Bits and pieces of time trapped from my life.
The time I invested nurturing that thought.
Those thoughts drinking from the time stream
of my life.
Then in a dimly lit vast corner of my mind I
Found an army of unexpected residents..
dramatically different from all others
Larger bellied and darker and moribund looking pockets
I wondered what were these …lidded but gapping
hollows in my head..
It reminded me of something I had read in a science class..
oh they closely resembled …
pitfall traps …
the carnivorous pitcher plants trapping and digesting
hopelessly attracted and unsuspecting victims
What were they doing in my head … ???
I queried with stunned surprise…
They were perhaps mutated thought pockets ..
but they were curiously empty
some had loops and loops of
Time slipping into them
Churning and evaporating in that corrosive fluid
gurgling in the deep bellies of those ‘pitcher’ thought traps..
They reeked of negativity and smelled of pessimism and the time
Wasn’t trapped or growing in them but mercilessly killed and lost
A pitfall trap garden flourished in my head and I searched for
and equation ,formula or a calculator to quantify all the time
I allowed to be trapped and butchered in them.