That’s the where and when, approximately, and here’s the what and why, precisely.
My mind is a tub
full of words, unless I look:
don’t miss the birds’ flight!
… that’s a haiku, kind of a classy way of expressing something. What I’m touching here is that disjunct we feel between direct experience and thinking.
Something I learned when I looked up the word Haiku:
Haiku is a very short form of Japanese poetry.
Here’s another way of saying it, in the form of a limerick:
My mind is a bucket of words
unless I look up at the birds.
For I’ll never see
so much as a tree
while I’m thinking. (I’m playing with turds!)
“A limerick is a form of poetry, often humorous and sometimes obscene, in five-line, strict rhyme scheme of AABBA “
A poem does involve a bit of thinking, but it initially, essentially, it arrives on your doorstep, just like the replacement cartridge for the water filter did, a moment ago, in a white van, by FastTrak courier.
Thank God for filtered water and unfiltered poetry!