“Something bugging me”
Have you ever had this bugging notion
that nags at you, and no matter
how you think about it,
ponder even more about it,
or even scream at your brain
to release its image,
nothing really happens?
Like you, I have had that happen
more lately than before,
and I don’t understand completely why.
It’s buggish that what I want to say
or bring to the surface huddles there,
even lingers longer that it should.
I think it toys with me,
dangles bits and pieces
of what I need, taunts me
with trappings of the message
but not quite enough for me
to put it all together.
Yet, it keeps nagging me.
Within time, though, sometimes
more time than I want, it slips out
or eases out slowly, cautiously,
nervously until it is there
and out in the open.
Usually, by that time,
it isn’t that important
because before I needed it
right then at that specific moment.
But I am grateful, even elated,
knowing all along it was there
somewhere in the recesses
of my mind that often holds me
hostage and demands a ransom
of time and patience.
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