The Reflection Pool

Before night falls, in an hour or so, I will
have a million and one thoughts–at least.
They will vary from the turkey on the roof
earlier today, to the owl in the tree right
now, to the dog and his rawhide bone, to
my stuffed up nose, to the man clearing
out the irrigation ditch, to my health, to the
snow, to whether or not I should buy The
Hobbit, to work on Monday and what I’m
going to do. And like a ping-pong ball,
there you, bouncing around in all of it. I
swat at you with my paddle but that only
increases your speed and velocity.