Blank

I wish I could turn over this paper

And sketch a masterpiece

Draw anything

A plane, a skyline, a tiger

Lay my hand flat or to the side

Looking all cool

And let my pencil do the work

Little wisps and big bold strokes

Coming together in a slice of beauty

I could tape to my wall

But I can only draw trees, grass,

And geometric shapes

So instead I turn over the page

And write

The paper demands to be filled

And I must answer the call

Filling from my mind

And sometimes my soul

I don't always know what I'll see

And sometimes you don't either

(12/9/15)