The Clouds of Unknowing

A poem on coping with writer’s block

Ever notice how the brain looks like a cloud? Photo by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash

“So be very careful how you spend your time. There is nothing more precious.” The Cloud of Unknowing (by Anonymous)

It’s too hot.
I blame the clouds.
Rather than rain, they hover —
like people who stand so close
you feel their breath, hold yours,
and fight…