step away…
there is nothing to write…
nothing that comes to mind…
a blank stare at the keyboard…
empty…
transfixed on something that simply is not there…no thoughts…no words…just an empty sheet of paper before me…nothing…
and i want to fill that paper as i do each morn…with sentences…dashes and dots…dashes and dots…dialogue…monologue…a poem perhaps…yet there is nothing…
hear the early morn bird in the darkness calling-out for the sun…see streetlamps flicker…porchlights shimmer…the stop sign across the street from St. Pat’s where a boy bleed from a gunshot wound on a Sunday eve…but…nothing comes to mind…
i am empty…the pen is dry today…
empty…
