Find inspiration, she said
Hello! I don’t know what you look like.
I’m over here.
I can’t see you. Give me a sign.
There. Did you get it?
No, only a leaf tumbling, and some scampering.
That was me.
Show yourself. Are you a squirrel?
No. Or only sometimes, then I’m a bird, or a tree, or a paper bag.
This makes my head hurt. Who are you?
Don’t try. It won’t help.
You’ve lost me now.
I’m always here. In wind, in light on water, in teapots or a chord. Open your heart and you’ll see. I’m always whispering but you are busy.
