My muse can be elusive
Sometimes in plain sight.
I’ll find her in a good story
And a bad one.
I’ll find her in a patch of sunlight
Or shivering in the cold.
I find her in the rush of adrenaline
And the steady beat of serenity.
I’ll hear her in conversations with others
She’ll be floating on the wind
Or waving from the depths of the water.
She’ll dance in fallen leaves
And lay splayed in the grass.
She loves to poke her head out of windows
She lingers in laughter and smiles
And pauses at the sight of sobbing and tears.
She echoes in both screaming and silence.
She’s with me in all times of safety and fear.
She’ll comment and compliment
On who I am now
And point out who I aspire to be.
Some days she’ll pester me to no end
Begging for attention.
She’s nearly impossible to find.
But I know she’s there
I just need to know where to look.