Upton Cottage, Loftus,10/09/16
Strong, fierce thoughts keep coming at me.
Great upswells of ideas and inspirations.
Swarms of words, racing and rising.
I love the moments when they come
and carry me along.
Love the heady thought
of capturing them, completely,
and dropping them, ready-made, on the page.
But they come too fast
and I feel ill-equipped to catch them.
My pen too slow, my mind too wired.
If only they would settle
and form an orderly queue,
prioritise themselves rationally
and wait their turn.
But like the wastefulness of sperm,
I wonder if I should just let them go
and enjoy the ride.
And perhaps not be too surprised
if one lingers long enough
to bed in and fertilise.