in the moments when the words will not come

i sit and admire the wonder of emptiness

a mind with no need to express

a simple piece of unchallenged mystery



how could i want this to last?

no more pretty words would come again

i’ll just put down my pen and go to bed

and leave another would-be poem unsaid



why do i write?

because it might take off someday?

or help me see the light?

or prove that i am gay?



in the hours when the words won’t come

the silence and emptiness fill me

a mind at rest and dumb

the uncontested mystery


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/30/2014