Elation Anew

There is no reason for this variety of panic.
Though something is rusted and crumbling apart.
There is no reason for me to feel this frantic.
Even if nothing I do generates any adequate art.
This is not the season for distress.
Despite being unable to flow like a mighty river
this isn't the time for despondency,
it only creates a bigger mess.

The thing to do is
scribble
breath
laugh
skip
hop
snarl
shout
growl
roar
roll around
and stop.
Only to repeat
until you've revived
that lost spark.

There is no cause for alarm.
Everything picks up.