Curious

It's real curious how some ideas form,

Like a summer shower or a rainbow storm

Of thoughts,

That dribble in through the ether;

If it don't make sense...well then I don't either!

And a joy it is when I'm near a pen,

So I can keep the thoughts and return again

To a state of mind that is fluid and free,

Without worrying what could the meaning be.

Let it come, like a flood,

Like a wonderous sea,

Let it come,

Here, I'm ready,

Let it come, let it be!!