12.3.20

Ghosted


I wondered what it would be like to write again
to sit down with
if not confidence then its kin
and write about the things I used to write about
whatever they were.
I wondered what it would be like to write again
and decided it wasn’t worth the effort to try.

I wondered what it was I used to write about
the ideas that appeared
if not by magic then by luck
in the early morning sunlight on my walk
from here to there.
I wondered what it was I used to write about
and decided it wasn’t worth the effort to go back and see.

I wondered what it would be like to write again,
and I wondered what it was I used to write about,
and I sat down with neither confidence nor its kin
and this is what happened.
It wasn’t worth the effort.