Poem 6

Creativity

 

Where do I find creativity?

 

It’s often not at my desk

where nothing much changes

except on this electronic gadget

that wants something from me.

 

I enjoy strolling amongst

an ever-changing landscape

that speaks in a language

all its own.

 

I trek past lush gardens

that sometimes can’t

contain their exuberance

and overflow onto what

used to be boring grass

strips by the street.

 

I hike trough the woods

where once in a while

a house in a clearing

has a Rapunzel like tower

just lacking her hair.

 

I march into downtown

met by overwhelming input

from so many directions.

 

I don’t know where to look until

someone so down on his luck

no longer pleads with his eyes

which says much to me.

 

Other times I plod through mud

turn head down from the rain

and remember a time I was lost

in a storm that altered my life.

 

I promenade through my neighborhood

and catch up on news that might

sound a lot like gossip if you’re not

from around here.

 

Where do I find creativity?

 

The answer might be nowhere.

 

When I look up

from my fog…

and notice…

the bright red package

that is parachuting down toward me

 

I stand with open mouth

and watch it float in the breeze

with a fluorescent green label

that has my name on it.

 

I reach out to grab it

and a voice screams

Don’t be greedy!

Another package will come

but you need to trust rather than want

because after all…isn’t that why you’re here?