inspiration

i am filled with fear
at the thought that my inspiration well
may have run itself dry
i look out upon what once was an endless ocean
to see only a trickle
making its way along the dusty path
that such a mass of water once carved in the earth
and my breath catches in my throat
i search my soul for an answer
as to why or where this once broad blue sea may have gone
and i wonder
if it will ever wash over me again
in that cool, calming, perfect way it once did
and as i sink to my knees
desperately licking at the last drops
with panic crawling up my parched throat
where once beautiful words escaped
i stop still
feeling the earth below me shudder
i look ahead
and a tidal wave of emotion hits
and off i swim again
in the calming seas of inspiration.