I hear a question
One that I knew the answer to

But my mind goes blank

A barren canvas
Brush hovering
Dripping with meaning over it’s surface
Frozen in time

The answer is there

White
Whispering
Still camouflaged, without any color

And the question?

Just beyond my grasp

It escapes me

Before I can reach out
And stop it
From rushing
Suddenly
Away