Complete Contemplation

I think in quotes
which think themselves
into poems that rarely
make it to fresh paper.

I think in stories;
unwritten novels play a baseball game in my head.
There is no ump, no innings, no outs.
Fiction characters bat the ball of fiction conversations in my reality.

I think in letters;
countless, EndLess, INFINITE letters never sent,
should have been sent
but are underground in notebooks oceans away from the recipient.

I think in song;
songs that beat away unsung.
My voice would not do them justice
and my fingers randomly dance to their own melody.

I think in images;
my mind mentally snapshots
landscapes of love, lust, loss.
But you can not develop the photographs of mind.