I get in the car and start driving

And my brain awakens to the ideas it’s been holding back

Amidst the morning needs of getting out the door

Helping to get others out the door.

I drive and I think and my awakened synapses fire

(is that the terminology? is that the science of it?)

Ideas come from every direction demanding my attention

And I try to keep my focus on the road

Without losing sight of the creativity that sustains me

That demands my time and my dedication and my patience

The same needs that so often are taken first by the three children

Who also sustain me and fill me with ideas

Driving me forward in this life of words.

But so often—and I’m trying to change it—

the true inspiration remains in the car

where first it emerged.

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Originally posted in May 2011