Cradling a Glint of Inspiration

Inspiration 

Is such a delicate thing, 

Such an intricate dance 

Between emotions and ideas, 

A soft sparkle 

That flashes when you least expect it, 

That sometimes you can only see 

When you squint and will 

Yourself to catch a glimpse, 

And that sometimes 

You can’t see at all. 

There are times you’re content 

With whatever it is you’re doing, 

But something will gleam 

And all you can do 

Is cup it in your hands around the spark 

And nurture it 

And protect it from anything that 

Could make it fizzle out, 

Let each spark that crackles 

Beckon an idea, 

The bulb to a tulip 

That will sprout if cared for, 

And will open up 

And blossom to its full potential 

When exposed to the warmth 

Of each glint of inspiration 

Harvested by the caring hands of hope 

From a pool of deep, 

Fast-swirling water, 

And that glint 

Will sprout a forest 

Of flowering ideas 

Because all the holder can do 

Is to let it.