Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Another nothing poem...

That beautiful baby is stirring
As his father sleeps so sound
I sit here with pen
in my hand
writing
writing
writing nothing.

There is that business upstairs
with a million tasks to do
or probably less.

We have a bank account
calling for cash.

Beauty of this day,
Find me.
Help me leash my
Dragons well
Help me create and let go
Also love just so...