The Flight of a Thought

An idea came

To the tip of my brain

Sat on the cliff

Looked over the precipice

Teetered there...

And fell

Outstretched synapses

Could not grasp this

Wonderful thought

And bring it back

To a spot

Where it could

Meet paper

Turned my head

Looked away instead

Detached, indifferent, coy

Maybe, just maybe

If I act hard to get

It will come back

Something just laughed

“It’s part of the craft,”

In a voice

Cold and cruel

Like Vincent Price On “Thriller”

That’s fine, I think

Then stare and blink

I can ponder and muse

For a while

And come up with

Another

Besides, it could return

Is what I have learned

Through numbered years

Of schooling

And working

And writing

So for now

I’ll sit here

With a warm cup of cheer

Stretch and lean out

A little bit further

And take a hopeful peek

Over the edge

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**This story was originally published on Medium on 16 November 2025**