NoMas

There’s a log jam 
The recently fallen trees
of my thoughts have 
floated down river and 
gathered near the dam 
of my hands caught 
there and piling up 
not making it to 
the freedom of fingers 
So I wait watching 
and wondering which if
any will slam into 
the pile forcing the 
others further down stream 
and onto these pages 
but for now I 
sit and wait and 
watch and think impatiently