Hanging Laundry

Sometimes

It'll come

Hanging laundry in the closet.

You don't know 

If it will be a paragraph, 

Or a poem,

But you want to do something

With that thought

So you stop 

Hanging laundry

And write down that thought.

Sometimes 

That thought

Connects onto other thoughts

Like weaving

Sometimes it just hangs

Like a piece of thread,

Going nowhere.

But I have learned  

To honor that impulse

To see it a as a gift.

It has no agenda

It is not part of a five year plan

Or achieving a goal.

The impulse 

Is like a nudge 

From your higher self

Or something like that

If your intent is to be

Who you truly are

Let these impulses guide you.