Where the Wild Thoughts Sleep

…but they don’t sleep, now do they.

They continually tap dance inside our heads,
sometimes just behind our weary eyes,

other times, we hear them rattling about
in our ears, moving large furniture -

legs of beds and tables
scuffling over the floor, scratching

into the wood as if they are carving
out a message once exclaimed by Max,

“Let the wild rumpus start!”

They are little monsters, these wild thoughts,
ready to party, ready to get fired up…

rowdy imps wheedling their way in,
bouncing around our brains, playing hopscotch,

or leap-frog,
or dodgeball.

We’d like to save the world.
We’d love to solve all its problems.

We’d love for the wildest thoughts
to tucker out, hunker down,

pop a squat
and take a load off.

Discover a cozy bed,
then sail off into dreamland.

And there, Somewhere, 
they’d finally fall asleep.