The Greatest Things

It’s midnight and I am still up,
at it again in the silence.

Tapping at the keyboard.
Taking black paint off the backspace.
Shuffling through albums.
Cutting at the quiet.

Spurring at something
well intentioned but wholly uninspired.

Tonight my words are a tied horse
while a stampede
springs from the stereo
stallion-like
dripping with soul and
stumbling over its own convictions.