Sometimes the words
Rush with the urgency 
Of floodwaters down a mountain
So fast I can barely 
Scribble them on the page
Before they’re forgotten 

Sometimes the words
Come in bits and pieces
I turn them over and over
In my head
Like Lego blocks
Trying to piece them together

Sometimes the words
Don’t come at all
They remain hidden
Behind a wall
Of mundane thoughts
I can’t chase away