train of thought

Trying to frame my thoughts
within the context of written words
and all I can focus on is this empty screen;
but alas, what is this?
It is not empty any longer.
Could that be it?
-An end to this lack of inspiration,
this creative drought?.
I shall continue
and you shall read
and then it seems
we both shall see.

The runaway locomotive
that is my train of thought
is rattling down its unknown track,
carrying an empty load.
Destined for a lonely place
that is nowhere but a once empty page.
That is one hundred words for today.

-Feb 2 2004