Daydreaming

dancing thoughts yesterday

from one to the next

flitting like a butterfly goes 

from blossom to blossom

heard a phrase in a talk

"hopefully I've grown"

how do children grow?

what if we graphed their height?

exponential, but shallower than the typical

much less steep

yes? and if we graphed the rate

at which they grew

(the derivative of their height) 

a reverse exponential

thoughts dancing from one to the next

music is a wonderful thing but

how hard it is to focus on

both words and harmony

simultaneously, singing hymns

what if we translated them to english

from other languages? and a project

was born of this

nearer my god to thee

mon dieu, plus pres de toi

veuille affermir ma foi, reste avec moi

the lyrics are different, in a way

both beautiful and poetic

still, even in translation

google translate and dim memories

of two years of high school french

my god, more near to you

i want to strengthen my faith

rest with me

or wanting strengthens my faith

this, i am unsure. but both fit

both are poetic

we'll call it poetic license

apparently that's an excuse for this kind of thing

for everything

"poetic license"

in sunday school we discussed the

"narrative paradigm

theory" that all communication

all we do

is in the form of a story

we live storytelling

comprehending the world as narratives

complete with cast, conflict, plot

are we heroes or villains?

can we be the villains of our own stories?

or the heroes? truly

i think sometimes we're even the background

to our own lives

a poem for a story

for the rambling thoughts

like a swarm of butterflies in my head

it's hard to focus when

you're so tired

PAD Day 25

I wrote this poem on Monday while reflecting back on how my thoughts had been drifting on Sunday