"There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still..."

“There are poems
that are never written,
that simply move across
the mind
like skywriting
on a still day:
slowly the first word
drifts west,
the last letters dissolve
on the tongue,
and what is left
is the pure blue
of insight, without cloud
or comfort.”

- Linda Pastan, “There Are Poems”