The cursor blinks against
the blank text box…
A willing receptacle,
if only I could catch the schools
of words that swim just below
the surface of my conscious thoughts
as fishermen catch fish in their nets!
That little snippet jumped out when I actually popped over here to write something else. I lost the words with which to write the something else. They fled.
Oh, well. I’ll take it, gladly. C.S. Lewis was surprised by joy; I am surprised by what just leaked out through my fingers and onto my laptop’s keys.