slump

there is nothing here

that makes me wish

i had known it sooner, 

or loved it longer.

there is nothing here 

that makes me shiver,

or dance like a fool.

there is nothing here

that i wouldn't trade

for a cat

and a pound of bacon.

there is nothing here. 

at two with the universe

some folks, myself included, have been reporting a dearth of words, an absence of ideas, an insufficiency of inspiration.

so we wait.