Picking Thoughts

Today I climbed to the top of my mind

To pick a bunch of thoughts 

They were all ripe for the picking 

Some yellow

Some orange

others still a bit green

As I held each one carefully in the palm of my hands 

I serenaded it

Letting it know how much it meant to me

Then I reflected on those rejected

over the years

This one however is special 

This one is sublime 

This one has substance 

This one is sweet and overflowing with just jubilant juices 

I am overwhelmed by the aroma 

As I bit into the succulent core of one I was pleased with the taste

It was chewy

It was tangy 

It was grainy all at once

I enjoyed every last iota 

Happily I carried on packing my basket with new ideas that blossomed from these young thoughts

I found everything fresh flavorful and fruity  

The predicamen is which precious fruit do I give away, let slide, or overlook from the thoughts I picked today

My basket is full

My conclusion is made

My discourse is ready

So I climbed down from the staircases of my mind to examine the bounty

On the fairgrounds of this moment

Will you listen while I pick them apart?