In One Puff
The everyday..the simple, the light changing and coloring the room,
for a few minutes pure silence as the traffic mysteriously disappears.
I find I’m holding my breath in anticipation, of what? I’m not sure.
Now, the wind has hushed, the birds seem to be listening; I’m listening too.
The muse rustles the bushes, plays hide and seek on the shadows,
camouflaging, then revealing, she makes her way through my backyard.
What a very ordinary day, she has chosen, there’s nothing exceptional..but her.
Newborn birds, express an interest, wide-eyed in innocence they follow her light.
I don’t want to scare her away, so of course, I pretend I haven’t noticed,
her circling and twinkling as she traverses the lawn, hiding inside the palms
I feel she is teasing me and at the same time, answering my unconscious plea
It’s been some time now, since I fell into a poetic flow, and was carried away.
Have you ever seen your muse smiling as she approaches, all zig zag and playful?
I hope for at least a whisper in my ear, some idea, that I might use and call my own.
She is laughing and blows through my screen and in one puff, stands in front of me.
“So, you wish to write a poem today with nothing new to say? Done. Just sign it”
March 12, 2021