Globular notes
from an out-of-sight
but patently
nearby wind chime—
dissonant
and sonorous,
edgeless
but intersecting,
fleeting
as they stay—
oozing out
like quicksilver
thoughts
from your brain.
*
how would you know?
How long
would you try
to hold on to them
before you realized
how loose this whole
time they'd been
fastened
onto you?