Frenetic writing this morning,
My pen was bouncing around like crazy.
I don’t know why,
Maybe it was coffee,
Maybe the Muse that screwed with my sleep
Was driving me to my journal, or
Maybe it was dumb luck.
The day is full,
Family, furniture, football, but
Later it’s back to the writing.
Hopefully, the energy will still be there.
Surely, this wave is not fleeting
And I know the distractions of the day
Will only add to the creative potential.
That’s the way.