Sunday, May 6, 2012


            I sit to ruminate and watch
            My brain cavort and play hop-scotch,
            Leap-frogging till at last it’s caught
            A notion that might grow to thought—

            And then it is I start to write
            When often, to my great delight,
            That little spark becomes a flame
            Which leads me to some hidden aim.

                I didn’t know I knew what I
                Knew all along—now I know why.