Not A Poem, I Just Like "Enter"

Oh how my writing has changed.

Sometimes I fear that I've lost my touch,

That I no longer understand where to sprinkle metaphors,

Or the right spot to place an allusion.

But then I reread what I've written a thousand times,

And I realize that it wasn't my writing that's changed,

For the grammar, the technicalities of it all,

Are all perfectly spelled out.

It's the muse that's changed.

There's just no way for anything to be the same

When you spent so long writing about a full moon

And now you're staring at an eclipse.