A drop of inspiration

 poetry flows in my veins,
like water from the mountain of ideas in my head ,
flowing into the rivers of my mouth and the valleys of my fingers.
Falling like rain letter by letter word by word,
blotting the pages of my notebook,
flooding the internet and watering thirsty souls,
watering stiff tongues,loosening lips and freeing minds so that new ideas spring up.
Poetry flows through my veins because of the ideas that flood into me from foreign streams, flowing from a mountain of ideas from those I never met,
perhaps they read something I wrote which inspired them; which inspired someone else.
maybe one of those drops came back to me?
maybe that one drop started this stream of thought?
. . .maybe that one drop came from you?