On writing

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.