Taking a line from a poem I wrote earlier this year…

The empty, snow-covered field
threatens to suck me into its void
should I fail to comply with its incessant demands
for my thoughts in the shapes of words

I try to pay it no mind
but I am distracted by its emptiness
at least, in as much as it mirrors my own

Eventually, I submit
marking its once-clean surface
with lines and scribbles
some of which make sense

Most do not

When I can add nothing more
to what is already there
I draw two lines
one atop the other
as if to say enough

It’s never enough

(21 July 2016)