Ponderings from Beaufort St - 27th June 2013

Bedlam has closed

The sign hit me

As I walked past

It hit me between the eyes

It said

“Bedlam has closed”

How could bedlam close?

Bedlam was empty

Barren

Vacant

Unoccupied

Untenanted

Locked

My mind was full

Tenanted

Occupied

Employed

Busy

Hectic

Thoughts scurried

Like rats on speed

Thoughts I thought

Or would have thought

If I had some space

Then again

Perhaps I thought those thoughts

Earlier

Yet if the thoughts were thought earlier

Are they the same thoughts

I’m thinking now?

Perhaps not?

Perhaps the thoughts I think I’m thinking

I’m not really thinking

Perhaps I'm just thinking, I'm thinking

Yet is thinking about thinking, thinking?

Perhaps thoughts thought earlier are like

The thoughts I think I'm thinking

You see

Bedlam has not closed

It’s just relocated

It’s in my mind!

Or was that my brain

Or in my head?

Bedlam was the name of a shop on Beaufort St.  It sold bed linen and one Monday morning it had closed.