Watching for a spark a speck of light
in the dark chasms of my brain some
inspiration a glimmer the turn of a page
the book of my mind opening to a pithy
phrase the astonishing illumination of
an otherwise hidden flight of stairs leading
me and you out of the mundane world of
this and that to some small secret bliss.
Alas the spark the glimmer the page the
staircase the bliss do not appear.
Not today.
