Ideas can sometimes be elusive,
Other times, they land right on the table
Like a buffet of creative delights.
The last few days have not been effusive,
They have forced me to question if I’m able,
But the physical and mental fogs have left some insight.
Through it all, the thoughts are inclusive
Including the bizarre suggestions, more riff than fable
Suggested in the morning that is still dark as night.
Under the watchful eye of a gargoyle like lifeguard
Toes grasping the pools edge with a boney grip
A rag tag group of runners wondered openly about life’s directions.
Donuts, religious and hole-y, for the nutritional die hards
Sweetened talk of latex thermals and their potential to cause a sweaty drip
While baby ducks and chicks brought out backyard recollections.
Traveling for work, seemed for some, to be hard
Especially, if a train was going to be part of the trip,
But nothing stirred the emotion as did the gargoyle’s phalangeal projections.
Too often the ideas are elusive,
More frequently they land right on the table
Stuffing my day with a buffet of creative delights.