Inspiration's Wooing...

Inspiration, she comes and calls not in convenient moments
Of ones own choosing, but only hers.
She whispers a single word or phrase then causes the dam
To burst forth, flooding the vacated city beneath its gorges.

Then lakes and streams burst forth
From where once once parched land existed
Saturating its leathered lungs to life.

She comes at her choosing,
You need only to be found listening
With pen and parchment in hand.