Creative Rise and Fall

The muse comes roaring in

I’m on fire 

lifted high to the skies

of possibility

Ideas flow freely

I move with excitement

accomplishing artistic tasks

I write, I paint

I’m up in the clouds

full of creative joy

Hours pass until

hunger and lightheadedness

permeate my concentration

I stop to eat

but filling the hole in my belly

punches one in the magic carpet

The bubble of creativity popped

the muse disappears

and I slam back to earth

utterly spent and brain dead

I’m exhausted past thinking

but the essence

of creative soaring

lingers in my soul

and I can’t wait

for the next visit.

--Sasha Wolfe