The unfettered mind

Where a mind wanders ,
no man can follow
Like a whirling feather ...
unfettered on fates course

It floats on the wings of potential

A golden quill, gliding over parchment
A filbert's soft caresses, spreading watery paint
A baker's hands kneading the sandy wet dough,
A poets musings, emerging , crawling ants on paper

My first words , stuttering out of my keyboard,
Unwilling to unveil , a magicians trick slowely unfolding,
Leaving its spectators spellbound