Writer’s Block

 
A blank page
and a blank mind
Stare each other down.
Determined adversaries,
Each waiting for the other to blink.
Eventually a thought worth writing,
A clever rhyme, a new idea,
An image will come to mind.
A compelling argument,
An inspired story, or maybe not.
Maybe tonight the page will win,
And I will say uncle.

Maybe tonight, I will crumple up my mind,
And toss it in the wastebasket,
And take my empty head to bed.
But tomorrow, I will make the page blink.