I stare at the blank computer screen,

My hands on the keys;

A jumble of ideas jumping in my head,

Nothing emerges.


I look around the room for stimulation

Will it come from the Aboriginal painting

Or the little stuffed koalas fastened to my lamp?

My thoughts bounce up and down

Like a little rubber ball,

Nothing emerges.


Your face smiles at me

From so long ago

When we were young

Ready to conquer the world.

Still nothing.


I close the top of the computer

Walk away

Come back

Open the darned thing

Touch the keys

And this is what emerges.


But a jumble of ideas

Is still jumping in my head!







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