Epiphany

If the imagination were a place
this is what it would look like—
not a place you go to but the place you are—
this cluttered terrain where random thoughts
arise and take root and inspiration waits. 
There you are traipsing through
an everyday day
when you stumble
onto a tiny live wire, coiled tight
ready to spark.  You don’t see it at first
but when it ignites—oh, you know
you’ve caught fire.