The Truth About Tigers

Sometimes, while staring at a blank page,
the mind wanders,
stretching to absurd lengths
to dodge the task at hand.
Asinine thoughts swirl –
Out of place in a coffee shop at 7 AM on a Tuesday,
and probably just as much anywhere else,
at any other time,
on any other day.

“Should I reignite my old cigarette habit?
Would a third espresso unleash creativity?
Is a hermit’s beard and mountain seclusion the key?”

“Stop it,” I tell myself,
forcefully,
aloud,
likely sounding insane
to anyone within earshot.

There might be merit
in one of those musings –
But not now.

Now, the imperative is to
Just
Write.
To splatter mind matter against blank canvas,
and see if, amidst the chaos,
something intriguing might emerge.