If I Could Write

Is it Writer's Block or simply a lack of time?

If I Could Write

If I could write just one line

Fragrant as blooming roses

Climbing up

The southern side

Of the house,

Or meter perfect

Cicadas on an August night

Cacophonous magic

Lighting the dark with sound

Harmonic trills

From unseen arbor harbors

Or even silent

As a dark house

At 3 am

Occupants gently snoring

Only the aquarium

Filters spinning,

Bubbling with noise,

I might consider

Resting on my laurels.

 

2015, March

David P. Eckert