Thoughts that persist, whether wanted or not, are sometimes compared to online algorithms where whatever is most focused on invites more of the same as well as distortions and exaggerations. My inner voice always has lots to say as I go about my day and take in the surroundings. Ofttimes these are contradicting conversations vying for attention, inspiring me to pick and choose from my own recent thoughts and images in and around Crescent Beach where I frequently walk.
I wish I could fly but it's only my musings that take wing.
Drawn to a bush with pretty yellow flowers, my thoughts flew to the
algorithms in the human brain for
Poets and Storytellers United and
What's Going On.
I imagined how wonderful it would feel to soar with the ease of a bird into the clouds.

The chair was inviting but this was no time to sit.
Just one blow would send dandelion seeds scattering. I resisted.
A showy buttery-yellow and rain-dotted flower caught my attention ...
as well as the slender robin in search of a good meal.
Wildflowers were in full bloom. Did their conversations happen quietly petal to petal?
Flowers formed artsy patterns.
All that remained of the spent silver dollars were their outer rings.
A discarded shed was left in shameful disrepair.
Did the crows, having no words, ponder the scuba diver in their midst?
It was this seagull's moment to watch over the seascape.
Was this the builder or destroyer of a sandcastle?
Why fly when you have webbed feet with which to explore the beach?
A car was parked by the bench.
It was a big boy's miniature toy.
Creature creations with wings were neatly arranged on a fence somewhat similarly, I thought, to how I try to sort the muddle of words that stream in my head unrestrained.