Return of the Muse

it is a poetic morning
with no clue why.
is it that the hard part
of spring is over?

is it the mesmer,
the slow numbing eddy
of this pan-demonic thing?

did i simply get
a good or perhaps bad
night's sleep?

was it something i et?
something i read?
a bit too much,
or not enough, drink?
was if this planet or that
is confounding with some
other heavenly body?

ah, the mysteries abound...

april 17
albany park