The Living Stick

The Living Stick

When I need to concentrate, I imagine a metallic stick. The metallic stick has a human touch. The metallic stick looks like a piece of gym equipment. He kicks a thought I don't need like punting a soccer ball, and puts thoughts that I would need later, into boxes marked with a "Fragile" label. He silently rolls the boxes away. There is a background with clouds, and birds chirping. He closes a black curtain. Now, I have a clear mind.