POEM: A Mess

One day there was a thought
that tasted like honey,
and another that tasted
like peas with sweet butter
spread across them.
Then a thought presented itself
like a plate of pasta
with a spicy red sauce,
followed by a thought
that sent up aromas
of strawberries freshly picked.
He grew confused.
The thoughts were spread out
on the table of his mind.
It was a mess, really,
but obviously a serene mess,
all the thoughts being
precisely where they must be.