Were days
not that long ago
when I used to wonder
whether what I was working on
was worth the effort.

“Is this subject,”
I would ask myself,
“Truly something that will sit well
with the serfs?”

And I pondered perplexedly
as to an answer to this
or whatever it was
that I considered composing
until the details determinedly decomposed
before my very mind.

Those days have passed now
and I’m not as in my head
as I so recently was.
I assume these days
that my muse is taking me somewhere significant.
I hope so.
I’m gratified occasionally.
Sometimes, I find the thread.

Sometimes, I see the light.