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...