A Word May Come

If you’re lucky enough to be listening,
a word may come in the night while you
wrestle with tangled sheets and
the window unit AC throbs. 

When you’re wide awake 
past your bedtime, 
you might remember 
a line you used to know 
by heart.  

Whether it rises or descends, 
I cannot say, only you will know 
its arrival by a quiet hum
of recognition that strikes 
like heat lightening,
quiet and bright.  

Then you must go
to sleep and in the morning 
the word will still be there
running straight through 
the heart of you, 
like the needle
of a compass.  

You will know, again, the way. 
All that remains is to walk in it.