lost in thought

Unbeknown to herself
she scurries
between fleeting thoughts and concerns
encumbered by their insistent flurry

For now
they reign her presence
distracting her
from her truest sense

If only
she could see their impermanence
thoughts, like clouds, drift
an endlessly moving insurgence

There is a yearning
she barely hears its call
the white noise of her life
smothering it all

It waits
steady in the calm
an unwavering knowing
longing to be in her palm