" Poetry is like that, Papa said. It can come to you in an intake of breath, vanish again in the blink of an eye, and first all you'll have is

A line weaving through your mind
Like the tail of a child's kit
Unfettered by reason or rhyme.

Then, he said, comes the rest-the kite, the story itself. A complete entity. "

― Vaddey Ratner , In the Shadow of the Banyan