How does the
energy work
that goes into
contemplation?
Just to say
I’m going to
think about
something,
to ponder it,
what lifts that up?
We choose to think,
don’t we?
Thunderbolts come,
other thoughts
and sentiments
waft in
and we step out
on our mind’s feet.
There’s a stern
editor at work
somehow
and a feeling
that animates,
but what if
the editor’s
got it wrong?
To feel that . . .
that’s the energy
to bid welcome,
the thrust to
know at some
distance 

– Allan Cox