DESTINATIONS - From There To Here and Here To There
Dry Spell
Just sitting
Pen in hand
One eye on the sky
Waiting for words
Wishing for rain.
Tapping little dots on the paper
Because
I can't think of one blessed thing
To really write about
Like I want to.
Flipping to the weather channels
Because
I can't believe we've gone so damned long
Without rain down here
Like it's supposed to do.
Just sitting
Hoping with a bit of praying
For a flood of verse
For a storm of water.
At this point
I'll take
Whatever
Comes first.