Journaling captures my thoughts
like the event horizon of a black hole.
Otherwise the stardust of words
& particles of sentences would spiral around in my mind,
the chaos never subsiding & rest would –
Well, what is rest any way?
I’m grateful for the tether of my inner voice
which guides the pen in hand,
working in unison like Terra & Luna
capturing my thoughts once again to the event horizon—
compressing all wavelengths to a singular point.