If I could make
It happen
I would.
But I can’t.
So there you have it.
It does seem to occur
Or perhaps “concurs”
In creative spaces.
When I am drawing, writing
Or listening to music.
But it is not thematically
Related to either the image
The notes or the words
But suddenly my mouth
Opens and a swift breath
Rushes in.
Inevitably I look around,
My eyes turn up and right.
That gaze of expectation,
Of anticipation.
But there is nothing there.
I wait for several seconds.
Knowing, believing, hoping
That something wonderful?
Well, at least insightful
Will reveal itself.
Aren’t these the moments
From which inspirations
Are supposed to spring?
But apparently not this time.
The music plays on.
The paper requests my pen.
I fake a breath or two,
But whatever it was
It’s gone again
And I cannot call
It back.
Maybe next time.
Beautiful
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