Gary Banker Poem Honoring National Poetry Month

WAITING THE OCCASIONAL MUSE

in this time

in this space

in this moment

I find myself feverishly grasping for

a word

an idea

a phrase

and, yet, the mouth of my brain remains mute

I sit, poised,

soundless

hunched over, leaning forward

curved fingers looming over a black keyboard

predators awaiting prey,

the slightest moment

only the dusty desert of thought

lifeless

and I

in this time

in this space

in this moment

wait