Flashing steaks of light and color,
Pass through a mind at a mile a minute.
Making it hard to isolate, identify, or even ponder,
For a moment.
When arrested, not always where I wanted to stop,
Now dealing with the unsavory temptation, I left the city to avoid.
Like St. Anthony, the Egyptian desert of the mind,
Is not empty at all.
But a place full of memories, desires and consequences.
Inspired by Thoughts Matter by Mary Margaret Funk, and The Conferences, St. Anthony of Egypt, desert father.