Poem: Thinking Too Much

Sculpture by Peter Rockwell (son of Norman Rockwell)

 at the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, MA

Photo by Rita Bourland © 2012

Thinking Too Much

I’ve been thinking too much

about

thinking,

why we do it,

why it matters,

 what we gain

by mulling over

 this and that,

right and wrong,

weak and strong,

 good and bad,

up and down,

and 

sideways,

I think I want more

happy thoughts,

and quiet dreamless sleep,

I want more days of endless bliss,
 

but then I think of

what I’d miss,

I’d rather plunge the unknown depths

and touch some valid core,

I’d rather ponder

awesome truths

and things I can’t ignore,

I’d rather think

a bit too much,

than never think at all.