Using Imagination, Passing Time

Wandering through thoughts, mind kicking at them like I would leaves lying on the ground in autumn, both the leaves and thoughts being vividly colorful and vibrant. Watching as they slide, shuffle or raise up into a short flight of air current, so delicate looking, arriving soft- ly upon the ground. Nonplussed by the rudeness in a second of a moment, be- cause at least they've been moved a little from the predict- ament they were stuck in. Thoughts now having themselves located and expressed in this poem, giving everyone a bird's eye view of how at times my mind works, passing time at the airport.