Morning walk thoughts

Home is at the center, the circle the extended home
Woman is at the center, ha, man moves in her circle
Another woman, another circle, another center, home.

Actually I was not thinking about woman and home
What makes us come back to the same place in the evening
And not move away and away into the vast spaces out there.

Home becomes circular box, a balcony with iron grilles
Monologues occur in the inner space in morning walks
The park walk in the oval round provokes thoughts, words

It is words which provoke thoughts, thoughts provoke words

A spiral of words triggering thoughts which trigger words.

My thoughts and my words flow from images on the road

A dusky girl is sweeping the dead leaves before the gate.

Woman is carrying a brown pitcher of water on the shoulder

The water moves up and down at the rim threatening to spill.

A thought comes water falls on the brown blouse makes it black

Making the water patch indistinguishable from her sweat.

Man is carrying a brown plastic pitcher of water on the head
And paint can in the hands,
Imagine his carrying a black laptop

Wrong imagination, you can only imagine what is possible

The mind fights because a man can carry a laptop in hand

With the brown pitcher of water on the head with one hand on it

Can is okay but does he do that normally, I ask you, again.

These monologues in the inner space I carry on in the park
Collecting in the process images with an iridescent glow

Iridescent glow is not a “then word”, but an “after-word “
This has happened just now as I am writing these words

Three children walking, hand in hand, in morning glow

Another speaking to herself loud and talking to the sun

My camera not in the pocket, their silhouettes remain in the mind.

Can I click them later from the images in my mind?