On Inspiration

What inspiration?
Truth be told nothing moves me,
Wind blows but the leaves are still.

It's how I feel at time. Things that should move me have no effect. Truth be told, my emotions these days run just beneath the surface. I maintain a cool calm demeanor, anything though can elicit a reaction. A shower of tears will run as if unbidden with no hope of stopping. Just give me a few moments, like an Illinois thunderstorm, the waterworks will trickle to a stop. A few moments more and there won't be any clue to the clouds passing save a damp sidewalk.