DETOURS OF THE MIND

Why do
I sit here
in this recliner
on this bleak wintry day
and think of
sausage biscuits and gravy
when I
scarcely ever eat them
or even dream of them?

Isn’t it odd
what the mind
sometimes conjures up
amidst
all of its serious agenda?

Perhaps  your mind
never takes detours
that are inexplicable
yet tasty.