Translucent fog against a dark night sky.
Among it twinkles tiny, blazing stars a million miles away.
It’s not warm, but not cold
and the heart tells me something
it doesn’t usually say.
Piney evergreen packed into a teal alloy apparatus.
Sparks and zaps of burning limb and seed.
My lips, they taste of petroleum and strawberry flavoring
from a tiny tube labeled, “chapstick,”
Soft, light, pink and frizzy hair gently moves with the blowing air.
These small things,
these insignificant musings drive me;
motivate me, move me, embrace me.
Inspiration strikes and leaves me grasping at words
and beautifying the world with literature.
Inspiration strikes again on a peaceful eve.