Cobwebs In My Mind

You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink. I lead my pen to paper, but it refuses to write. My pen is not empty, but I feel my imagination is and I wonder if I have run out of steam. The world is filled with wondrous things that my minded refuses to think about. Once upon a time my imagination gushed from my pen, now it’s only a trickle and only now and then. I sit here at my desk and look out the window at the wind blowing the trees. Maybe if I stood outside it might blow away the cobwebs in my mind. (10 August 2011)