IN THE CAFÉ WARMING UP FOR POETRY MONTH
Do this first—this writing business. Sit here
with the starry-blue pen, composition
book. Every other thing can wait—laundry,
for example, paying the bills, thinking
about food for dinner. There are flowers
on the tables and the sills. The china mug
is green. The coffee is good, black, bitter.
But there is a problem today. The old
problem: the ideal place, the Time to Write
might not invite inspiration. You need
more than ink and time and sitting still
and black coffee. The muse feeds where she wills.
The hands on the tower clock move past ten.
You never know when she will come again.