My thoughts are clouds and I am the sky.
My thoughts are fish and I am the ocean.
Pop-ups lure me to something different
but I am writing this poem
My phone murmurs other options
but I am writing this poem.
I want to sit and watch the river.
there was a waterfall
people made it work for them
Now there is a spillway
that was then
this is now
now I am writing this poem
if there even is one
beneath all these distractions