19 April 2021

To End the Day

Sometimes I forget to end the day, 
to draw the covers of the night up 
to where my open mouth breathes in 
the whisper of an idea. 

A professor friend once counselled me 
to remember how rare an idea is. 
Like a tea kettle, it does not boil 
while you stand yearning, 

your hand wrapped around cup and strainer. 
Like a butterfly, the idea flirts 
around just as you want tea and sleep. 
Then, I cancel day's end, and follow.



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2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this analogy of steeping tea and following an idea...........I have lost so many ideas and lines for poems because I was too tired to get back up and write them down as I was falling asleep.

pc said...

The mind does keep one awake and moving.