Creativity on the Blink
or on vacation
I think my creativity went out the window
even on a sunny, warm day
nothing comes to me, so I hesitate to
write anything and then it’s just blah,
blah, blah
the warm sun on the patio windows
makes everything appear close to me
my nervousness stirring in a pot
grabs me and sticks like dust clinging to
the floor
the emptiness is worse than nerves
acting up
I await the next word or sentence
and it’s like waiting to fly at an
airport, stuffy and long
my beautiful plants on the patio
feeling the sunlight so I make myself
go to the door and open it to feel what
they’re feeling
my motivation feels mostly like a
sinking ship
yet love keeps me afloat
above what’s needed to do
beyond what can and can’t be done
and what is and isn’t
and like an eagle, I start to soar to
the place where jittery nerves settle
down and worries disappear