How does a poem begin?
In my head. Somewhere in amongst the endless chatter there might be a phrase or an image that keeps reasserting itself, sufficient to overcome any inertia I may have to sit down and try to make something of it. Recent examples include: a discarded scrabble tile with my initial on it, an unusual menu item and a re-remembered school chemistry lesson. These fragments may sit in a notebook for some time before I pick them up, but eventually I find I must.