All I need to do is write a poem.
I could write about anything.
My job,
My husband's non-job,
Our four fighting cats,
Or
About how much I like teaching,
and playing board games,
and being with my Fairmont family.
But I can't decide what to write,
Or how to sound like Billy Collins or X.J. Kennedy.
I know I should sound like myself,
but when I read "Litany" or "What We Might Be, What We Are,"
I think I hear me.
Where am I?
Why can't I find that voice?
There's a poet hidden inside me
And it can't get out.
(Just like the novelist,
and the photographer,
and the pianist,
and that thin person)
So I won't write about my problems or my joys,
I'll just write about not writing a poem.