We never know when

or where or how it will come –

in a sudden burst 

or a slow dawn. Maybe we’re

eyeing a bottle

of olives in a grocery

store. We might be stopped

at a red light or putting 

on our socks. Perhaps

we’re mowing the yard or we’re

waiting for a friend

who is almost always late.

The particulars

don’t matter. What matters is

that inspiration does come.

                                                                                   JDG