mind full

from an original image by m. hébert

do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself.

I am large; I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman

I have a mind full of
everything,

the scent of leather
from my school satchel,
the view of clouds
with the earth below,
the silent corners
of my new street,
the frozen mood
of winter's white,
the colour of twilight
in early spring,
the precise attention
of arm's length care,
the surprising blue bicycle
on my birthday,
the magic of paint
touched upon canvas,
the sense that music
is always there,
the desires of a heart
in bashful love,
the bland betrayals
of spiteful friends,

the way that rain
just makes me clean,
the way the moon
attends and knows,
the way the face I feel
isn't the face I see,
the way that doubt 
corrodes belief,
the way that truth
can seem a lie,

I have a mind full of
needful
memories,
sensations,
beliefs,
doubts,
fears,
love,
triumphs,
failures,
anger,
pride,
shame,
joy,
loss,
desires,
dreams,
and hope,

that all want to be heard
at once