Like a Butterfly

Inspiration strikes

No ~ that’s not quite right.

Inspiration is sneaky.

Stirring around in the back of my brain

Rising more slowly than molasses in January!

Then ~

In the shower! 

Words flow crystal clear, fully formed and beautiful

Disappearing as soon as the tap is turned off

Somehow magically connected to the flow of water.

But I’ve been practicing….

For years!

Saying the beauty out loud

Repeating, repeating, repeating

Until pen in hand, a half hour later……

the exquisite words have vanished! Saving  

one word, two disconnected words ~

the flow, the music, the rhythm

Gone.

But not today!

I reached out and caught a phrase

Carried it loosely until

hours later, pen in hand, it has been written.

Brilliant pages of words yet to be transcribed.

Yet to be read to see just how brilliant they may be.

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit 

the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”

~ Maya Angelou