drops of inspiration
huddle together dully,
subsumed into a deluge,
drowning imagination..
When the heart is too full,
daily decisions are
so onerous, so weighty,
so joy-dragging downwards,
crushing creativity.
When the heart is too full,
a certain way forwards
eludes my understanding;
thinking straight is clouded,
confusing ingenuity.
When the heart is too full,
I wait impatiently
for the time when clouds will clear,
paths will become apparent,
redeeming inspiration.
