Summons

I clasped the pen,

And two roads emerged.

I summoned my thoughts,

And street lights flashed across.

I wrote it out,

And children danced among the floodlight.

I paused to hear a sound,

And sleeping dogs awoke from stupor.

I closed the book,

And broke into the stillness of the room.

I felt that lull crowd in my mind, Plop. 

The poem fell out of my grasp.

Quicker than an amplified fire,

It had attached itself to things around me.