An idea drifts in my mind’s periphery.
It’s the mental version of an eye squiggly —
those translucent, sinuous shapes that…
-barely register in one’s field of vision,
-can be glimpsed but not focused upon,
-and are insubstantial — but become a fixation.
And I’m left to wonder whether it was really an idea,
or just the feeling of having had an idea.