It’s late
And my mind thinks
In prose
And in poetry

My mind is remembering
Things that are happy
Things that are sad
It is reminiscing things I’ve left behind
And things I want to forget
And things I wish never were.

But as my eyes stay shut for longer
And as my mind begins to wander
And wonder
I learn new things
I discover new things
About myself
About something I once read
Or I’ll connect broken pieces
And things somehow begin to make sense
Even when they shouldn’t.

And that is what happens
When it’s late
And my mind thinks
In prose
And in poetry.