Scrambled Mind

This poem is one that came to me when nothing seemed to fit in place.


                    She didn't sleep
                        because her mind
                                          was full
                     of events
                         occurring throughout
                                            the day,
                     mountains didn't move
                                 and rivers stayed
                                               in their beds,
                     The chick--a--dee
                                 called to let
                                                 his mate know
                      Tuesday would
                                  come and cones
                                                  would fall
                      from the tree
                                   while her mind
                                                   tried to
                       sort it
                                    all out.