Do You Want Inspiration?

some dreams hang in the air
like smoke. some dreams
get all in your clothes and
be wearing them more than you do and
you be half the time trying to
hold them and half the time
trying to wave them away.
their smell be all over you and
they get to your eyes and
you cry. the fire be gone
and the wood but some dreams

hang in the air like smoke
touching everything.
~~ by Lucille Clifton

When I need an extra push, I turn to this poem and start writing again.