Blank Space

As I walk from room to room
I try, to recall, the reason I left the other?
From one blank space to another
I search, I think, I stop.
Stop - dead in my tracks.
What was it I wanted?
What was I going to do?
Oh, this pest.
So, to another blank space I travel -
Another room, another thought;
Then - wandering within this nothingness
I recall, my hairbrush.
The more I think, the harder it becomes;
It evolves into a manifestation of matter -
My grey matter.
Shall I give it a gentle nudge,
Coach it, nurture it,
Love it?
But like all things loved, there is an element of frustration.
Hand in hand they go -
Like a soft gentle hand within a silken glove
They slip together perfectly;
As I slip this gentle hand over my brow
There is warmth like no other,
They seem to fuse into one.
I close my eyes and stroke the crevices that lie within,
Slow and gentle
Soft and serene
And, as my fingers fuse with my temples
There is a sensation that travels throughout my being,
A gentle sense, that caresses and evolves -
Evolves like a spark into a glowing light, warming my inner self;
Evolves like a bird that takes flight for the first time,
Evolves like a tiny seed that creates something beautiful.
My thoughts are but seeds,
Watching, waiting, listening
For the right time, condition and space;
Some grow, developing into sprawling beauties
But others, others get stuck
And as I try to prise these little monkeys out
Block;
That’s it, gone
Until another time, space and condition -
And so I begin my journey from room to room
Space to space
To find, to think, where to begin?
My little monkey,
My little hedgehog, which hides itself away -
When it decides;
My hairbrush.