Here
I am
Stuck again
In the quicksand
Up to my knees
And my thighs tomorrow
My waist the day after
The day after tomorrow
No thoughts or ideas
No place to go
What should I write
Hmmm
I don't know
Sand up to my stomach
Between toes, legs, and fingers
Pulling me further
And further below
Sand up to my chest
My neck
And now
I stretch and hold my breath
In and out
But still no thoughts
No lightbulb
No hope
As I'm pulled down
Down, down below
Where I can't break the wall
Can't break the block
That keeps me from thinking
From moving on
From feeling
I can't break the wall
While under the sand
I can't break at all
Buried in quicksand
Just give me a word
An idea
A sound
To pull my head up
And over the ground
To drive my fist home
To break that wall
Destroy the block
Bend it to my will
Until it's gone
No barrier
No stone
But until then I'll wait
Stuck in the sand
Beneath and behind
The wall
The block
The writer's block