I know now that 
this is my time
to be absolutely still
To watch to listen
to contemplate to understand
To absorb like a
kitchen sponge to hold
and then to rinse
sending all the garbage
down the drain out
of sight to dry
and be used again
If there is one
thing a writer is
it’s a kitchen sponge
Inspiration is nothing more
than a mess to
be wiped and rinsed