Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


i wait for my muse,
a spark of genius,
but the trouble is
what i’m really hoping for
is that the billions
of synaptic connections
that is my brain
is able to do something special,
right now.
what’s unbelievable is–
sometimes they do!
there is no goddess
to guide my thoughts,
no divine hand
to write upon my mind.
there is only
a massive complex
of neurons & electrochemical interactions
that somehow results in
emotion, thought, and action.
the hand of god
would be far more simple,
yet less miraculous.
i have one coherent thought,
and i am left silent
in amazement.

©TA Barnhart January 3, 2020