• A page waits.
    A large canvas,
    Arid to pupils,
    Blank and thoughtless.

    A pen is dipped,
    Dull smudges trickle.
    A small nick,
    In its landscape.

    The flow is steady,
    Dams block the view.
    Thought is redirected,
    Margins, swell with unwanted algae.

    A breakthrough!
    An incentive to meet the sea,
    Step back from the tidemark,
    View the foreground.

    Colours are forced out,
    Lacking reflection,
    The page is full.
    And unwillingly sailed away

    To be scrutinised and discarded.