Thought

Oh, the process of writing. What joy, what fun.

How do you feel about the phrasing in the second stanza? Do the sentence fragments work?
Does the third stanza make any sort of sense? I worry it just sort of hangs there....comments appreciated.
How do you feel about imagery overall?
What section is the strongest/weakest? Why?

"Meditation on Thought"

Begin the quiet storm of fidgeting,
metronome-pen beating—
a drum, a drum:

Tempestuous—tearing
fingers through hair,
black eyes
crawling along
the insides of my lids.

My mind grows scrublands.
"What do you mean?" and,
"What do I mean?"

I tend slowly toward the abstract.
Pine trees sprout from my hair,
a forest of church steeples.
Whippoorwill am I,
chestnut-child Evangeline,
and my fingers stretch
architectonic
to build me bridges of stone,
a whole cathedral of bone archways.
My Michelangelo eyes sit restless
in a face of white and green marble.

The smallest drop of rain
against the window
and my thoughts collapse—
I must begin again.

There is a secret
fingernail-screeching
as the drops of water
roll down the glass.