Right now,
I feel empty
Of creative thoughts.
Perhaps I’m tired.
Distracted.
Stressed.
But there feels
Like a heavy wall
Soft.
And absorbing.
Is swallowing
Any and all
Creative thought.
It is a strange time.
A void
That cannot be filled.
Or perhaps
It is something else.
A clearing
Of the decks.
A quiet preparation
For something
I cannot yet see.
It feels
Like I’m falling asleep,
But I’m wide awake.
Perhaps I will sleep soon,
And somewhere
Beyond consciousness,
Wonders will reveal
Themselves.
Perhaps
There is simply
No time
To commit
To creating.
And that,
Frustratingly,
May be alright.
Perhaps I must
Let the silence
Have its way.
Let the wall remain.
Let the thoughts
Disappear.
And trust
That when they return,
They will know
Why they left.