the process of poetry
one. it is not without irony that i sit here thinking about writing;
on the simultaneous absurdity and gravity of everything literary
two. last night, a story came to me while i sat in the darkness;
it was a fleeting idea
but one that sparked my curious nature. i thought to myself
i should really get up and write this down before i forget
but just as quickly, the idea slipped
into the nether cobwebby reaches of my mind.
now it is lost
perhaps it will return someday
when i least expect it
and then i will greet it like a long-ago, once-met acquaintance.
but this time, i will have pen and paper in hand.
(written 31 march 2018)