Spate

The gods reached in

and turned on the faucet 

and not meagerly

but a full rotation of the handle 

so that poetry came pouring out 

I’ve been worrying that soon enough

I will run dry

that the course of creativity 

will start to falter 

but they don’t look worried to me

they look exultant.

It is as if a chorus

of the loudest harps

you ever heard are all

thrumming and banging

until my nerves vibrate

like wires spun with

electricity 

and my heart is also

pulsing with anticipation.

It is clear that I am

expected to do something 

with this gift

it is clear that they are waiting 

for me to make a move 

when I peek at them 

from behind my fingers

their mouths are full of teeth

and they look like they’re ready  

to bear down against me.