Movement of thought

Welcome to my blog! I launch it with a poem by the Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert: Mr. Cogito and the Movement of Thought.

Thoughts cross the mind
a common idiom has it

the common idiom
overestimates thoughts' mobility

a majority of them
stand motionless
in a dull landscape
of dull hillocks
and withered trees

sometimes they reach
the rushing water of someone else's thoughts
they stand on the bank
on one leg
like hungry herons

mournfully
they recall dried-up springs

they circle around
looking for grains

they don't cross
because they won't get anywhere
they don't cross
because there's nowhere to get to

they sit on the rocks
wringing their hands

under the low
overcast
firmament
of the skull