When it comes, you’ll know it.
You will. It may come in the form
of a sledgehammer hurled
through a stained glass window.
It may come in the form
of a sparrow’s song.
It may come as a lot of things,
so it won’t do any good
to specify the forms it may or may not take.
What’s important is the feeling
evoked when it finally strikes.
This, I can’t put into words.