Zebra Seeking Spoons

Brain Fog

Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in the steamy alphabet soup that is my mind 

Stuck in a bowl of letters and numbers that crash like waves

I keep my head up by clinging to a single spoon

Holding on for dear life

The noodles mingle

Ebbing

Flowing

Some letters come together sensibly to form thoughts

Ideas

Rants 

But mostly I sit on my spoon and gaze

Out over the mishmash of my mangled mind