A Thought Struck Me

When comet fragments, meteorites, of thought,

On their way from somewhere to somewhere,

Orbit my mind, striking a denser atmosphere

Of awareness, I may either stand in awe

Or bask in the warm momentary glow.

The ever-continuing creative process

Makes me feel very small and humble,

Yet grateful for having been present,

With a mind to be orbited

By comet fragments, meteorites of thought,

On their way from somewhere to somewhere.