Just too far from the reaches of my mind
An idea formed, it won’t come to my eyes.
Almost inspiration, trickling perspiration
As I work to overcome the thought-block
That prevents me from unlocking
The partial, half-formed thought I had.
It’s still not quite there,
As time passes, it fades into air,
Drifting further from consciousness,
From any semblance of acknowledgement
That I caught a whisper, a breath
Of whatever was there.
I simply didn’t catch quite enough of it.