Scattered. So scattered.
Paragraphs? Possibly phrases.
Come back, mind, come back.

This morning’s realization:

Sonnet 29:

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;

Bob Seger, Roll me away

Stood alone on a mountain top
Starin’ out at the Great Divide
I could go east, I could go west
It was all up to me to decide
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin’
And my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin’