idea seeds

He put a pushpin in the coat tail of a moment

to hold it in place, which, of course, was against its will.

And struggling, pinned there to the ground, it tried to break free

but proved to be only just a moment. And all the ideas riding

on its back scurried to the ground.

Out of their context, without the sustenance of their own time, the ideas dropped,

one after the other, to become still, lifeless.