Shall I chase down inspiration?
Hound her breathless through the trees?
Grab her roughly by the hair and then
Spin her round me as I please?
Shall I lure her forth with presents,
Or a trail of sugared sweets?
Until cautiously she comes creeping out
And my traps snap at her feet?
Maybe one day I’ll go fishing,
Cast my line into the lake,
And then wait there, oh so quietly,
For her to take my bait.
Perhaps she’ll be slow and sluggish,
All the better for me to snare,
Or perhaps catching her is easier
Than keeping her in my care
Or perhaps, when I am sleeping,
In the dead of night she’ll come,
She will hover in my dreamings
Then fade away with the morning sun