I KNEW IT
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.