inspiration is a funny thing.  sometimes it's just the smallest twinge that
sends the wheels into motion.  wheels that feel like they've been clamp booted
long enough that the next step is to be impounded.  it comes in sets of waves
from the outside that i just see over the horizon and i wait for it to wash
me back onto the shore.  when it's finally time to paddle harder the wave
slips away from under me and continues on alone or maybe that wave belonged
to someone else.  this process repeats itself until the set has ended and 
there i am again, floating on the blue brown surface waiting waiting.

a crab walked on me once.  a fish fell on me once.  a jellyfish threatened
to sting me once.  once we swam through pools of gasoline.

there is a pure white light of clarity, verbage, elegance, dance, emotion,
self preservation, communication, understanding, and motivation squeezed
tight in my chest.  the light shines out through my rib cage and tells me
it's gotten too big.  it needs to escape.  it's waiting.  it's been waiting
for a long time.  it will have to wait a lot longer.