“On Writing Inspired”

I feel it coming now
the words I’ve found
are pouring out –

a worn-out time-pressure faucet
rinses my hands to a sputter
asking only that I tap it again
for fresh water

– repeating the process till
all the suds are gone from my skin
and the pages read clean
as the day is long –

like how I imagined when
I first dreamed ~