The mind does not always wait
For pen and paper
Nor computer
Nor phone
Nor wall
The words come and go
Flitting through brain matter
Sparking into words
Need to write it down
Need to get it out
Let the words pour out
Over the hands
Onto the page
Or the digital screen
Or the wall
In my bag
I keep extra paper and pens
A small journal
Filled with words that have no meaning
And words that do
Just bleeding into the pages
In my pocket
My phone keeps notes
Of thoughts through the day
Of ideas I need to keep
But barely glance at
Unless the mind’s
pools of thought run dry
In the shower
I keep washable crayons
For when the inspiration hits
For when the ideas are too loud
They just have to get out
The mind does not always wait
For pen and paper
Nor computer
Nor phone
Nor wall