My cup runneth over

I forgot to take out the trash this week
Remembering only after 10 a.m.
Running outside to wheel the bin to the curb
Only to see others askew
Post-collection
So, too, is my brain
Filled to the brim with thoughts piling up
My cup runneth over
Swirling around like a washing machine with a load of mixed colors
On spin cycle.
Plans to make, people to contact, work and errands and the future.
So fast, I have to hit pause
But there is no pause button on my washing machine.
I retreat to the woods to seek solace from my mind.
Even there I cannot escape
Thoughts striking like darts
Until I pull out my phone
And write them down as I hike
Dodging tree roots and typing
The deer stare, as if to say,
“Relax!”
I shake my head, and they scamper away
Leaving me alone with the hum of birds in the forest
And my thoughts.
…
I forgot to take my laundry out of the dryer.