Inspiration

Asked: What inspiration

Answer: A woman

Yes: a destination

To find her

I know where she is

I know where she lives

I know how she acts

And I know how she breathes

But I can't remove the wide glass

That puts her there and I'm here

I often wondered how this came to pass

And as life moved it

It moved from wonder to strange to weird

Yes, it was a woman

Who never read a word I wrote

The only thing she'd like to write off

Is that one day I was her in thoughts

Decades have passed and things have changed

The feeling remains unchanged

The strangest thing about inspiration

It keeps the writer a stranger

And as more is written, the inspiration remains just as strange.