It’s when thoughts take me,

somewhere,

anywhere that matters

in the moment.

I can’t really predict how

the concrete bench might feel,

until I sit down, the stone pressed against

my vulnerable body.

I only think about the next thing,

while my body postures

for the sightseers

going about a winter day,

I wonder if they wonder

am I cold,

or brazen.

I think about what is in my head,

and forget about those around me,

except those following me,

watching my moves,

imagining who I am inside,

without ever really knowing,

the thoughts in my head,

that help define who they are in the moment.

I let them take me,

down slippery roads

where I cannot find a grip

until I put myself to bed,

wait for the next day.