sometimes i will be

brushing my teeth

or washing the dishes

or falling asleep

when all of a sudden-

words by the dozen-

a poem comes to me.

i'll stand stock still 

for a minute or so

and feel the syllables root and grow-

i'll listen and taste

the story they've made

then scrawl my pen 'cross the nearest page

and even if i don't understand it,

i'll write it before it fades.