absentmindedly, <br />i rub my finger up and down it. <br />through the highs and lows and <br />ridged great puffy clouds. <br />and from the south, <br />is felt warm wind each petal opens. <br />and resistance slight when filled. <br />i rub it even more. <br />thick and frothy white caped waves. <br />i skip each stone across the under toe. <br />and still i'm heavy, deep in thought am i. <br />there is little too if none to hold it back.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-in-thought-am-i/
