What May Flow

In front of me
Stands a blank computer screen
Eagerly awaiting my wordsmith’s touch
Yet nothing comes forth
Except white static
From my brain.

Type you see
On a TV
Hooked up to rabbit ears
Signal fading
In and out.

Only a few moments ago
My brain was filled
With so many wonderful
And unique thoughts.

Gone
No one knows where
For sure.

Perhaps
A lesson to me
Not to take
This gift for granted
Like I’ve done so
In past.

Rather
Let the words
Flow on their own
A mighty river unleashed
From the restrictive barrier
Of dam
Which my mind
Has become.

Enjoying
Whatever comes forth
As a cherished present
Given to me
To share with others
Of my inner spirit.

Author's Note

Written October 4, 2010.