The Story of a Poem

a moment of insight
in the silence brews;
a thought, a feeling,
fresh as morning dew,
sits upon me
quiet and still,
until it is time
to share and fill -
and then it flows
like a river in flood;
or sometimes a trickle -
slow and steady inside,
to fill my cup first,
and then another's;
a brew of magic,
words alive, afire!