In my Head

I had poetry in my head

and then it was gone

a faded background

of orange, yellow, brown

A pointed amber of light

that would not help

Where did the words go?

Hiding in a glen of tallness

or under cover of green canopy

or hanging onto a noun with limbs

I’m tired and can’t think

My muse is here

perky and sun-gold bright

many spears standing at attention

waiting for me

to write

something

but nothing

I did have poetry in my head

perfect words and rhythm

Then

poetry stomped away

Took a hike

of colorless black and gray

down a mindless path

hidden

and didn’t come back

until today