Bubbly

“Wind and Crepe Myrtle Concerto”, Alma Thomas

Bubbling up

Is a nice term

For something fresh

Being birthed 

Something new unearthed—

Something that was cultivated

With care

Long ago 

Being finally 

Expressed 

But we resist

The rest

It requires

The quiet, 

The space 

That’s needed 

For curiosity—

To care,

To place 

Attention on 

The new thing 

To catch it 

Before it disappears 

The discipline 

In watching,

Waiting—

The grueling nature 

Of the not yet

When something 

Needs to bake

And hasn’t 

Risen yet

You keep checking 

The cake

But it’s just not ready yet

It cannot be controlled

Chemistry 

Takes time

The reaction 

Needs to run its course

To bubble up

Before anything concrete 

Appears

For the new thing 

That’s been created, 

—All of a sudden—

Shows up

It is ready.

And if you don't take it out of the oven just now

It will burn

React quick! 

Use the wind

To fly the kite

In this particular moment

The moment it requires

To capture from your Muse

The inspired thing

That you’ve been appointed to 

Catch, 

To carry,

All this time.

The cadence 

Of creativity

Is an art

Let it run its 

Course

Let it be organic

Let it breathe—

This is not about utility.

Let it happen 

Let it flow

Participate 

Engage 

In all the parts

That frustrate you 

Most

The dance, 

Although delicate,

At points,

Can be learned 

Although it feels 

Awkward 

At first

Don’t give up

You’ll hit a stride 

You’ll find your 

Creative rhythm 

And flow

And then it will change

(Again. 

Have fun.)