The Truth About Tigers

Inspiration never knocks.
It lets itself in,
or leaves without saying goodbye.

You look for it and it hides.
You stop looking
and it’s suddenly there,
balanced on the edge of a thought
while you’re busy doing something else.

Some days it feels like a revelation,
the beginning of something important.
Other days it’s a scrap—
half an idea you shove aside,
sure you’ll never need it again.

Until you do.

And you go back downstairs,
brush the dust off,
and invite it up
like it hasn’t already been
watching you the whole time.