008 Apologies to Dr. Seuss
I do not want to write today.
I do not know what I should say.
Should I praise the sun or curse the moon?
Describe the migration of a loon?
Or stumble over displeasing rhymes
That halt my thoughts too many times?
Shall I tell of walking in the woods?
List litanies of Coulds and Shoulds?
Shall I describe my Shadow, darker me?
Sketch out the woman I want to be?
All I know is that I must
Pick up my pen and write with trust
Ideas will come from who-knows-where.
Show up at the page — the words are there.