Vanished Sorbet

Vanished Sorbet
By Meagan Blanchard
Copyrighted 2003, 2005

Musing over lime sorbet,
The weird pillow of thoughts
Pushes at the forefront of my mind.
A stray thought floats up
And out my mouth:
"Would've rather had rainbow sorbet."

I shake my head
Nailing down my mind,
Wrenching it back to the previous concept.
The speaker of motivations is
Gone, but now haunting my thoughts;
And Shakespeare said in Hamlet,
"To thy own self be true."

The conference astounded my mind,
Clearing the mud
From the gears in my brain,
Oiling its' weakened pistons.
Finally, the thought I'd been working close to
All night shimmers into being;
Now solid enough to grasp with both hands.

I can be, whom-so-ever I wish to be!
All I have to do is try ---
The loss of my ignorance,
Made me sit back, and cry.
My sorbet
Is melted.