November 14th, 2009
But I’m not there either.
Not dancing out in Spaceland
Not traversing the trails near home
Not assisting films
Not studying rocks
Not swimming like when I was young
Nor running on Payne’s legacy
Nor having pizza after church on a Saturday night
Nor biking with my mom
Nor volunteering at a nursing home
Nor leading a film club
Nor exploring another country
Nor loving life.
I feed cats
I avoid conflict
I avoid love?
Chapters flown past.
Other stories progress where mine ended,
And others that might have joined are given away.
Stuck in the blank pages between Parts 3 and 4.
Turning to progress
I find nothing but notes for future chapters Sixteen,
Where is the writer?
Has he not been paid?
Hadn’t he ample ink? Time Enough?
Encouragement from his publisher and peers?
The presses stand cold.
Waiting for the lever to be thrown,
But a spark to begin the long night’s printing.
Will the pen be lifted in inspiration before it’s too late to make tomorrow’s edition?