Vivid thought

It escaped me
again, fleeing
easily a mind
wracked with
gaps and random
reflections,
through an
aperture etched in
in the dross and
discards, disguised
in deflections of
unironed ideas
worn awkwardly.
It was here,
clear and strong,
momentarily
perched on the
brink of resolution,
radiating promise –
and then
it was gone.
© I.D. Carswell