Something flashes through my mind.
Dissimilar things reveal their affinity,
suggesting hidden potential.
I jot down a few words, a line or two—
capturing an idea, you might say.
But also I let it go.
When I close the notebook,
I cast the words
into the sea of the future
trusting they will return
in their own good time
rich and strange
wrapped in seaweed
bearing a pearl.
