Mind Fog

I choose a place to sit and think
And wander in my mind.
To be alone with no one else
All things are to the hind.

My head is full of thoughts and cares
That rain like cats and dogs
Shoving, sifting, sieving, straining,
Akin to winter's fog.

To hone the mind and calm the soul,
To relax and be set free;
When in this place a taxing thought
Relief is hard to see.

I wait and like the waves on the beach,
My thoughts, they're briefly fractured.
Though gaily through my mind they flew,
Their wings are now all tattered.