Writer's Block

It's not usual for me

to sit and look

at the blank page

and have nothing come.

So, I'll write about nothing coming

from this poet's brain this afternoon.

Even as I write I need to stop

and think and go back and edit,

something I almost never do.

I usually write, keeping my fingers moving

on the keyboard until I finish.

And then I go back and read

and edit and maybe do a little rewrite.

But, this is not a usual writing day.

I am stumped.

I can't think of anyone I don't know

to write about.

My poem a week challenge to myself

may have to remain unfulfilled today.

Instead I write about this unknown

thing about myself and pretty soon

the page once blank seems

to be filling up with words

and I'll come to the end of it

and perhaps forgivingly let myself

and my challenge off the hook

and call it a day.