An idea

It creeps quietly.

On the whispering edge of my vision/

Not inspiring fear as if some devil from the abyss.

But instead, 

it tip toes like a child sneaking to surprise an unsuspecting playmate.

The air around it ripples with  joy, 

as it steps over my fear,

and just when It disappears from my sight,

it leaps upon me with bundles of laughter,

drenching me with smiles and gold dust. 

For a moment,

I sit speechless as it soaks through my skin,

filling me with a radiance that bursts out in smiles of ‘eureka’.

Then I write and scribble and jump and sing.

That’s how it is,

at least,

that’s how an idea feels like to me.

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