On the bus today,

I wrote a poem in my head,

but having no writing implement to pin it down with

I was forced to set it free

to flutter over and pollinate

the endless waves of neurons

in the fields of my boundless brain . . . .

 

I wonder where that poem is now?

 

Photo credit: Ivett Almaguer

Ivett took this photo when she was 40. Maybe it’s the same poem that got away so many years ago, come to say hello in the physical realm.