I
Sit down
To write
And
I try
To write
But
Nothing
Comes

You can’t rush inspiration
Or so they tell me
And so
I sit
And
Wait

Ten thousand words

Flying around

In my mind

But none

Flow

To my pen

Then

Suddenly

Two words

Connect

Then three

Then four

And before I can control them

Words are flowing from my mind

Down my arm

Through my pen

Blooming onto my paper

So many different words

Joyful words

Tearful words

Laughing words

Crying words

Each coming faster and faster than the last

To the point where it’s all I can do to keep up

And before I know it the words take on a life of their own

And I begin to wonder if I’m in control of the words

Or if they are in control of me

And then

Just as soon as it began

The flow of words begins to slow

Dwindling from a raging river

To a strong creek

Then to a babbling brook

Then to a small stream

And then

It

Stops

And I sit back

Exhausted

And

I

Smile