"MoJo"

I've no idea what it means
But I've got it back
My poetry output
For the last two months
Was cack.
Maybe it's like
A marathon runner
When you hit
The wall
You know what you
Want to do
But there's nothing
At all.
Now I'm thousands of feet
Up in the sky
And the words are
Tumbling out
Without having to try.
When I've previously
Failed to write
Pressure built up
In my head
Panic attacks
Not this time
My worries
Put to bed.
Which means...
I've probably accepted
I'm a poet at heart
Even if what I jot down's
Neither frequent
Clever or smart.

Dulwich Poet 3rd June 2014

(In April and May I've hardly written anthing at all. But sitting on a plane home from Hamburg words are tumbling out of the tip of my pen)