Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

This piece came from noticing something I’ve always lived with rather than consciously examined.

My mind does not move in straight lines.

It wanders, it loops, it returns with things I didn’t ask for, and it sometimes disappears long enough that I start to notice the absence more than the presence. I used to frame that as inconsistency or distraction, but over time I’ve come to understand it less as a flaw and more as a kind of behavior—unpredictable, but not unkind.

The metaphor of a dog off leash wasn’t planned. It just appeared, which feels accurate to how most of my writing actually happens. I don’t usually “decide” on metaphors so much as I notice what my thoughts are already doing and try to follow them closely enough to write it down before they change direction.

What I like about this piece is that it doesn’t try to correct the mind.

It doesn’t punish it for wandering, or romanticize it into something effortless and poetic. It just observes it as something alive—sometimes useful, sometimes disruptive, always moving.

There’s a strange honesty in accepting that not every thought arrives politely, and not every idea shows up when invited. Some of them run ahead. Some of them dig things up that were better left buried. Some of them come back with exactly what I needed without me knowing I needed it.

And I think part of growing up, creatively and otherwise, is learning not just how to control that process—but how to live alongside it without turning it into an enemy.

So this piece is, in a way, an act of recognition.

Not mastery.

Just recognition.

— Rowan Evans

Off Leash Thought
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I like to let my mind
wander sometimes—
like a dog off leash.
It chases thoughts
like cars,
and makes a mess
wherever it goes.

Sometimes it comes back
with ideas like sticks.
Sometimes it’s problems
I can’t dismiss.

It returns to me panting,
proud of whatever it found.
I always forgive it.
It’s only doing what it knows.

Last week it ran off
and didn’t come back for hours.
Sometimes it digs holes
in places I didn’t want to revisit.

But—

Most days it behaves.
Some days it bites.
Some days I wish I could leash it.
Most days I’m glad I can’t.

Sometimes it likes to play fetch,
I throw away an idea—
it brings it right back,
like I have to write that.

Journey into the Hexverse…

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[Danny Phantom Theology]
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[Lone Wolf Theology]
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[I Write Cathedrals]
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[The Needle Doesn’t Point North]
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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]