Way Muse In

Ode to the muse or the river or the dreamtime or whatever . . . From Bottle in the River.

Way Muse In

Was in a stream of thought,
riding towards day river,
when from the sky above

    or those sharp thin reeds around me,
    or the muck beneath the swamp there—

    —it could have been from anywhere—

but from somewhere comes
the mist of a missing muse,
a splash of cool awareness,
a flood of quenching thoughtlessness,

and I slip into the river
and ride the damn

Poem.