A poem on being available to — and not missing — inspiration.
When something needs to be realized,
let it come like flash of light
from a hidden star,
or a letter forming
sailing on wind
catching unspoken
circle of moon –
always there but not always
felt or seen.
Reach your hand to grasp it now,
don’t let it slip by you
quietly leading astray…
Let it be like writing a letter
not even to any one person,
a stroke of pen to fill a page
where nothing has yet been written.
It is all right there
here
clear
and rounded,
the sentiment forms
drawing in from a place
far away but
coming near.
Coax these whispers
into open-air,
fan churning
while milky way swirls
make this a phone call with eternity
and do it now.
✾
