Inspiration

Inspiration swirls ’round
orange, yellow, and red.

Dropping from branches,
it sometimes lands
gentle, fluffy, and white.

While other times it splashes
boisterously through puddles
stomping its presence.

It slips in seamlessly
between my thoughts

And rains down my back
along with soap suds,
first poking my crown without thorns.

It pings and pongs
from my gut
through my heart
and out my fingers.

And whispers into the
back of my head
until I hear.

Suddenly with a deep inbreath,
a landscape once invisible
comes into diamond clear focus

And I am changed
once again.