A pearl doesn't come that way, it starts off very small
and rough and not the kind of thing you'd want to keep at all.
it's only when it's coated in countless layers of nacre
and polished smooth within the careful clutch of its maker
that it becomes the treasured ball of beauty that we've come to know.
I think about this often when a story starts to grow
in my mind, a parasite asking to be fed
sustaining on the brain waves bouncing in my head
but even if it's tricky, sticky, icky or complicated
if I let it simmer the idea will percolate.
I'll lacquer on the polish, fill in the cracks,
spin it around and buff it out with some wax
until I have something precious and special to give
and I share it everywhere because that's how I want to live.