What must a creator do, when seeking inspiration?

Is it as easy as simply as looking at the world?

It’s been weeks.

World conspiring against me.

No time to pause

To take stock of my environment.

Just pushing through, as best I can,

Till the end is reached,

And time for self once more is found.

It could have happened years ago, when youth was on my side

But it didn’t fit my goals. So, I never tried

The walk is pleasant, sky clear and pale blue

light clouds and not too hot,

skirting gooseberry and hawthorn

wildflowers here and there.

winding up among boulders

to the cliff atop the mesa.

Putting words on paper

does not make one a writer

simple communication perhaps

but not though provoking

and not fulfilling of some need