Writers Block

Something is bubbling

just beneath the place where I can grab it

Some feeling

or revelation,

an inner secret taunting me with promise

I feel the soft bubble of it,

an insistent pressure

against the veil of my consciousness,

an idea pushing

to be birthed as words

But it’s taking its own sweet time -

reluctant, for some reason,

to reveal itself

I’ve been waiting all day

and this is the best I could do