Well, not entirely, the
cursor is flashing.
What to write is the
question.

A poem a day for a year.
It is a challenge, which
at times I wish I'd not
engaged in.

But, where there's a well
there's a word and the
fountain of creativity is a
tap with a leaky washer.

I feel as though I am on
a drip today, but between
each parched droplet-
thoughts propagate.