I wonder if God intended our minds to race
to rush from the wonders of the universe to a bit of ham stuck in our teeth
the tick of the speedometer to the sun glinting in our eyes to the trickle of guilt in our hearts
Love, lust, and what to have for dinner
Are we to let it run roughshod over our mental terrain
or train it to a specific point?
Focus or freedom?
How much is intentional
and how much is divine inspiration?
Stream of consciousness
And how do we pull the plug?