Dogs 2012

EMPTY BRANCH
(2/13/12)


I look
out of this
winter window
my mind
as vacant
as the oak tree
just a few
feet
away

I have
a bit
of time
for great thoughts
and perceptions
but my only
realization
is the minutes
passing
devoid
of ideas

I should
be able
to relax
and enjoy
this slight respite
but if I am not
going to write
I might as well
work
on a dripping
faucet
a sticking
door
a creaking
floor

my thoughts
creak
with disuse

gone
are the days
bottle or can
in hand
when the hours
were disposable
without
concern

now
I apparently
need
a hammer