Sudden Words

Wrote down yesterday, what I thought was a great line that had suddenly come to me, to use in one of my attempts at poetry.

Looking at it now and wondering what the thought process was. 

"It wasn't the time for artificial senility now that reconciliation was close."

How did I want to use it?  

Is there more to come from it?

Was I half asleep when it materialized, and I thought it was such a revelation?

What's the meaning or idea behind it?

I've tried but have since been unable to add depth to it.

Maybe tomorrow or next week or next year? 

Some things take time and space for clarity to develop.

So, I'll hold onto it and see what happens. 

I probably have at least two dozen such notes just waiting for their time. 

I don't think of them as brilliant or revelatory or anything, but just maybe might lead to something. 

Maybe to assist in clarifying my world ..... or telling my story.

Caught rising as they were readying to assume their position of observation in the trees. It was a moment of almost frenzied activity. As if they were all being called to join. 

I think these are cormorants.