Dunk your pen
into your own ink
drink from your own well
don’t wait for a muse
to drop inspiration into you
like coins in a mechanical horse
you’re free
don’t you see
you can run as far
as your imagination
will let you
past the threads
coming loose
at the hem
of the universe
you are your own guiding genius
paint
sing
write
dance
the creativity is coiled
inside you
just get quiet
every so often
and listen.