In the proximity of an epiphany
and yet
they try to discredit me.
ideas pop up like methane gas from a lake
light one and watch it take me away.
you can keep your quantum leap
I'll just plod along,
a tortoise with a purpose and
for dinner I'll
eat lettuce,
the hare was here
jugged.
She looks and shrugs at me,
says,
another epiphany?
a fallacy to suggest that
she knows best, but
I know she does.