Today I’m pulling my words right out of thin air.
Plucking the juicy ripe ones from here & then there.
I’m hoping against hope that a thread will appear.
Though, all it takes is some hope & faith stronger than fear.
Fear’s ever here that inspiration might vanish.
So, I test my mettle, with something outlandish.
Like plucking the words from the ether of my mind.
Thus, proving passion’s practice pays off in a bind.

