Treasures Along the Way

There's no poetic muse moving today
Just trying to keep the demons at bay

It's no good to seek for it now
Or to ask, "Please show me how?"

Sometimes the river doesn't flow
No little boat wants to row

Looking down, feet trapped in the mud
Stagnation turns into a flood

Off in the distance, there it shimmers
Elusive, reticent, only a glimmer

Patience and acceptance are the rule
Haste or greed reveals the fool

Let this muse color its way
We may have to wait another day

Then it will fly on musical wings
Only heavenly creatures could aptly sing