Moving past the shuttered mind that shuns imagination I seek a stimulating thought a cause for exhultation. It hovers there like hummingbirds whose entry I deny. And yet I see the imagery and heave a heartfelt sigh. It teases me and mocks me as it dodges every grasp Laughing at my efforts to retrieve it with each clasp. Yet empty air is my reward. My snares are all in vain. I close my eyes and meditate for inspiration's gain. An empty net a vacant trap the target still eludes. Perhaps tomorrow try again away from darker moods.