that slipped past me today
before I could grasp the tail end.
Pull it back into me.
Store it away until now
when my fingers drain words from my mind.
Was it a moment of clarity?
Was it a flash of brilliance?
Was it amazing in it’s simplicity?
Where was it's beginning?
Big thoughts, great ideas
like iridescent soap bubbles
popped in the air around my head.
What was my biggest thought?……
Maybe it will return at three in the morning
As I turn over in bed and go back to sleep.
“Even at your best, the creative moments are still kind of fleeting.”
~ Rivers Cuomo
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