Love, passion...
Can elude me in my scattered thoughts...
All run at me and non I can catch.

I'd like to be sheep-shearer.
Each idea, I'd capture, hold down
And gather its material,
Which accumulates.

I spin the wool to yarn, colorizing it,
At the appropriate time,
And organizing it thusly.

Then, with all my colors,
I weave a fabric.

No longer masses of wandering thoughts,
but a coherent product.

Useful & Beautiful.