Rush

All at once, in a heady rush
Flying, soaring off-my-cuff
Words welling up inside of me:
Like unbidden tears, a happy sea.
Writing themselves into poetry

Oh yes..
Shoulders squared. Ardour peaks.
Lightning flashes. Flushed cheeks.

I break into sprint:
A mad dash to my pensieve
My pensieve? Ah hapless muggle!
A phone, a pen, some paper
Something, anything.
But no…
I stop. Am stopped in my tracks.
Unbought groceries. Unwashed clothes.
Unfed self. Unmet deadlines.
Doleful dance of the day-to-day.

Shoulders sag. Ardour ebbs.
Fervour fades. Thoughts retreat.

Oh well…
She who thinks and files away
Will strive to write another day