VATICLES

I never know when some unconscious urge
Will press a nascent notion to emerge
Into the forefront of my consciousness,
A hint of something later to express;
So always close at hand I keep a pen
And little pad for those occasions when
That unpremeditated impulse knocks
Or stymied stream of consciousness unblocks.

On summer breaks or long sabbaticals,
I’ll rummage through my stacks of vaticles,
The little three-by-fives on which I write
Those glints and inspirations of insight
Provided by my Vates or my Muse,
Unpacking what’s suggested in their clues.

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