the blank pages dares me,
taunts me, mocks me to fill it,
I can't think of anything,
I can't arrange the idea inside
my head,
into something coherent,
something that would communicate the theme
"Look here's today's poem"
In the background, a soulful Vince Gill
song "Go Rest High on That Mountain"
It's kind of nostalgic,
brings forth a memory I haven't live through yet
and I realise I won't ever live such a moment
I have no desire
Deep inside I am country boy
not so well-versed with so many things
Well, and this is today's poem
for me and that one reader who shows up
on this page
I wish you weren't anonymous,
my one loyal reader