Creativity Smells

(Written Octoberish 2008)

There was a smell of Creativity in the air tonight.
What did Creativity smell like?
Sailboats and cucumbers and the dust of bitter fairies.
And if you wondered what Creativity sounded like,
it sounded lik Wesley screaming "Oprah Winfrey" all the way down the Materhorn
and smothies sloshing in plastic cups
and the refreshing breath at the end of a kiss.
People making unexplainable animal noises in the dead silence of class
and the songs you sing in your sleep.
And, going further, what did Creativity look like?
Creativity looked like
ice blue waves burbling over broken shells
and strange calligraphy in purple ink
or it looked like the sky when you're laying back in a canoe
and the boy you were once secretly in love with, and only slightly remember why.
Oh, and the look on a man's face seconds before a sneeze.
Trees swaying, recieving the secrets the wind brings along:
quiet and quiet and almost silent.
THAT was how Creativity smelled
and looked
and sounded
and tonight?
Tonight you could almost reach out and touch Creativity.
And tomorrow?
It will all be different.
Creativity is always changing.