Empty Mayonnaise Jar Caught With Other Refuse In The Underhang Of The River Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Could your thoughts fit in a mayonnaise jar caught in the underhang of a river?
With branches and plastic bags and other debris

Or would your thoughts feel more comfortable flowing along in and out of an empty mayonnaise jar with no lid and label almost completely peeled off?

Someone used it to complete many sandwiches
And then it was discarded which you could copy for your meaningless recollections and negative flashes

It bobbed along but never dropped so low as to fill up and be submerged
We chuck experiences away and try not to let any of it stick to us
The tar that discolors clothing on a hot summer day

Can't compare green gentle touch of clean freshwater
The mind not empty but looking to fill something up
Suspended movement with the mind chomping at the bit, just ready to be released