I Drew a Blank
I think through my fingers, say it with ink
Lots of my stories fail to reach my lips
Asked to paint nature, pages I can fill
Hundreds of words to paint butterfly wing
The sun, I can phrase in tens of colors
Write of relations, my clan I can print
Lines of my mother, gray of my father
Pranks of my brothers, smiles of my sisters
Life, death, faith, hope, love– all deserve paper
to cite the frail, the dark , the strong, the sure–
Without which the ghosts hold captive my tongue,
Allow it to say just a word or some.
Sorry friend! you called to ask how I am
I said “okay” and then I drew a blank.
Written 05/14/2016
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