Sparks of inspiration dance upon invisible wings
as another summer twilight fades
into another short and humid night.
One lands upon my hand, content to crawl around.
And the thought occurs to me
that this one caught me for a change.
No light shines from him, though I recognize him nonetheless.
And I wonder why he won’t brighten this sullen night for me?
And that’s when I realize
that she has chosen me…
The spark of inspiration I am seeking
already burns brightly enough
to be seen
And I have become