Her Quiet Mind

Like she’s up to something unexpected.

There’s 
a mischievous streak
that runs deep
into her soul.

You see it
in her eyes
and the corners 
of her smile.

Like she’s
up to something
wildly unexpected
and out of the ordinary,
something ornery 
but not cantankerous, 
more spirited 
and adventuous, 
borderline dangerous.

She says
her thoughts
don’t connect,
no thread of memory
from one idea
to the next
or the last.

As ornery 
as any one thought 
might be,
there’s no malice
or deceit,
no contempt,
her thoughts 
are as natural and loose 
as free running juice 
from grapes
being pressed under
their own weight.

Her thoughts
are anchored
in the present,
crystal clear,
but with no transparency
to what preceded them
or to what lies ahead.

Like a Millennial buddha,
her eyes wide open
and forward,
built in blinders
mitigate distractions,
leaving more time
to quiet her mind.