playing catch up
is a lifelong
following breadcrumbs

I want to write a song
A poem, a book, a script
I want to write a sonnet
What ever that is
I just want to write anything
Feel the words flow through me
This morning I can't think of anything
No topics to explore
No conversations of how I slept the night before
So I'll just write about writing
Writing about me writing about writing
I slowly tap the tiny squares on a screen
If any old poet could imagine
The ways that we write now

You know
This would actually be
Kind of a fun game
If I hadn't already run a mile and a half
If I actually liked sports
And if I weren't afraid of being decapitated
By an airborne soccer ball