A Curious Light

if you look for it,
it doesn’t come.
it hides itself,
knowing that you look for it.
if you try to call it forth,
you get no reply
except a nothing or a blankness
that causes a hitch or stammering
in your thinking
that feels like trying to breathe through a straw
after running hard up a hill.
yet halfway thru the doing of some task
which you have planned to do
and wish you could finish
like the reading of a book

or the doing of a chore
or in the midst of driving on four lanes of interstate
where you go nervously but smoothly
until tail lights flash ahead
and make you go as slow as a snail
inching across the edges of the universe
or while sitting on the porch
watching the birds chirping in the trees
jumping from one branch to another
for reasons unknown
and keeping an eye out for the red one
that sometimes show up
or in eating an egg
that you have scrambled in the microwave
and sprinkled some salt on,
with a dab of ketchup
or while taking a shower

and closing your eyes
as the warm water massages your oily morning skin
and getting some  of that water in your mouth
and spitting it out –
sometimes in these unlikely places
inspiration strikes
(and by my now calling and naming them
i have robbed them of their fertility
for i have openly acknowledged
that these such places are bushes hiding secrets
behind their leaves
and now the secrets will move)
i say inspiration strikes because
i know not how else to say it.
it hits like a slap in the brain
that instead of causing pain
or even shock
causes an injection of curious light
like a momentary flooding
of a color never seen
or a smell never smelt
from outside mysteriously.
thus sometimes it is sudden.
but other times it is a rising up,
a slow coming-into-focus
of something somehow not more well defined
even though it is more well known and felt
right then than before.
how odd that
just like its coming
Inspiration’s staying
depends largely on the minds
periphery.
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