A Poem

Sitting on a rock

(Deep under the sun),

In the full quite hot.

Letting the All sink in -

Sink into my body and to my mind.

Thinking.

Listening.

Looking.

And writing this... in fact.

Yes, waiting for inspiration -

Or even a jolt from nowhere.

I know it don't come when you force it.

It come when you don't -

Say when buying some crisps

Or when pissed out of your head.

So I'll wait five more minutes,

To see what happens...

To see if I'm jolted from nowhere.

Until then, I'll think, listen and look some more.

Letting the All sink in -

Sink in to my body and to my mind.

Perhaps a poem isn't needed.