Yearn to Return

A beautiful poem danced through my veins as I lifted the damp towel from the floor and hooked it over the shower door. It tickled delight, titillated my soul, and even though I wasn't able to capture it on paper, I still enjoyed how it made me feel. It didn't occur to me to run and write it down until it was gone, leaving its sweet, savory smoke rising heavenward. Perhaps that would have diluted the joy, I don't know. But it made me smile to think that perhaps these words that fly through me from time to time really do have a life of their own. And perhaps they come from the same place I yearn to return.