breath

if feeling inspired
and nothing but that
could create
meaning?
fine, wonderful, lighter than the soft feathers that
leak out of the hole in the down comforter…
but there’s nothing here
but plenty of wonderful fucking inspiration,
and nothing to do with it.
no method of condensing the
endless array of color and sound into
one
concrete
something i can hold in my hands,
something tangible
but instead it’s all lost in the air,
every time i exhale