Hard to say, really

Hard to say, really
why that one becomes the it
the one magnet grin

where you found the line
drawn in quickly shifting sand,
where it disappears,

delight in fancy
not in fact, since fancy's got
it made; pie easy

you're sifting flour; why
be sure, don't think too much; the
calm are those who flow

whether weak that day
or sure, nonetheless okay
decaf coffee tame
When without truth, wait.
 On a too-quick thought train, pause.
If nothing else, sleep.