THOUGHTS

My thoughts are wandering over trees
and over hills and valleys.
They pierce through globes and stars and all
yet don’t know how
all tallies.

They are so fast,
much faster still than speed of light for travel,
and in an instant can conceive
both rock
and smallest gravel.

They are precise, encompassing.
They know not here or now.
They fly through time. They fly through space
yet
rest behind my brow.