In The Moment, Still

like the itch of butterfly wings,
if i stand still,
inspiration may land on my naked shoulders.

like the ticking of a clock,
how could i unnotice
sunlight feeding green leaves i nurtured,
dandelions growing, white in the head,
old, tall, pretty buildings,
clear icicles,
clear windows,
clear glasses

i dreamed i was giving birth,
it was a long, difficult labour,
and the doctors said
"come back tomorrow."

maybe i will create something big and beautiful,
something perfectly dumb and cute and sweet
i can finally put my name on