"...all things have their place..." 365 TAO

Frustration, then delight
when, finally, my mind releases
a needed missing noun or verb
from my way-back stacks.

Welcoming the hesitating word,
I hug it but can only savor
the syllables on my tongue,
share them with my voice
or pen before they shrug and retire
yet again to some dark neural shelf,

while I thank my slow brain
for its persistence and
its hesitant generosity.