The Poem

There's a poem going to take shape here,
Just you wait and see

The pen is going to write something,
Something deep and profound,
Or possibly something witty,
Witty is okay, too

Any minute now …

Well, that was a long pause!
You can't see it, of course
It's hard to write a pause;
Writing anything at all fills in the pause
But blank paper is just skipped over by the hungry eye,
The eye does not care for the dramatic pause …

There goes another one