Writer's Block 
feels like standing
in the middle of a wood,
where a thousand paths
diverge all around. 

You can't see past
the initial idea,
and if you choose one,
you may turn yourself around,
and end up down another - 
the beginning & the end 
making a strange 
chimera of ideas. 

I suppose the point is,
I have much to say,
but not the words 
to complete them.
Maybe another day.

The important thing
is that I showed up 
to the woods today,
and entered in.