My ideas come to me at the most inconvenient times:

In the middle of a shower while I’m soaping my face

In stop and go traffic that won’t forgive a nanosecond of neglect

During a team game just as the ball is being passed to me

While I’m on top of a ladder, alone, fending off injury

These genius ideas that I later forget

Come and tease me without regret

In the middle of things that I can’t neglect

I look for them later, but find that they left

Leaving behind only a fleeting feeling of what could have been