Sat behind this screen and staring,
for most of this sunny filled day,
at a cursor that blunked while
my raggedy mind thunked,
my fingers hovering over said keys,
but with no real creation begging
to reveal itself, unlodge from synapses
into life, and yet
I find no purchase with which
to pull it screaming and kicking
into conception, into foundation.

No, this page is for something else,
some other concoction of words
and statements and metaphor,
but what that might be never
quite illuminates, so for now
this couple will have to endure,
to coexist in friction, knowing
out there might be better,
or maybe this is as good as it gets.