it rose out of nowhere
in the mid-morning light,
heavy & loud,
It took my sight.
it caught me dead-on
in the middle of a daydream
then took to evaporating
my visions.
it made no appointment
to come calling,
but left my voice falling
a silence quite appalling,
for how i tell my story now?
so i threw up my hands,
no control do i have,
i must loosen my grip
for the soul to grow grand
i i sat on the stoop,
and i took off my boots
i let it sink in,
and i let it grow roots
for there’s no rushing the muse,
she comes when she chooses you.
a beacon of light on a dull afternoon,
a midnight rousing springs awake,
a leap of faith,
and rest to take.
Photo by Amanda Martin of @lifeforcephotopgraphy