Is it ok?



Is it ok

if I am

almost always

half lost in thought?

My mind

a million miles away

While my body

sits next to yours,

grounded to home,

safe

For mental exploration.

Food
    Water
        Shelter
            Clothing
                Companionship

My mind can wander free

             We will talk

Of the inherent nature of the universe

                          But not yet

             We will talk

Of the spiraling tendencies of society

                          But not yet

             We will talk

Of the never-ending gratitude of love

                          But not yet

The words do not come

The thought is not formed

Consciousness balks as coherency

While the mind lazes

in the still, deep waters

of emotion.