This poem from Poet Loiterer is one of my favorites to read at open mics.
Poetry never comes at a convenient time.
It shows up in the shower as a silly rhyme.
It reveals itself to me when I’m hiking around.
It comes to me at services when I’m making prayerful sounds.
It weaves its way into my psyche when I’m driving in the country.
It interrupts conversations and it demands to be heard,
but when I sit with pen and paper, it never says a word!