When the poem barrels through you.
Sometimes you find yourself working in a field, and you hear the thunderous growl of a poem coming towards you over the prairies. You run home as fast as you can, you have to make it to a pen and paper.
Only then you can harness this raw power of inspiration that will jolt right through you.
What if you don’t make it to a pen on time? Perhaps the bone shaking power of inspiration will chase another poet, somewhere, sometime.