if I have a headache
I might write a short poem
A dark and forgettable haiku
search the afternoon rain
when I’m tired
it’s stop and go in circles
turn around and loop back
the business plan of a tortoise
with an upbeat day
I script sunshine colors
that reach and movement
my eyes roping rainbows
if my mind is at peace
I may leave the paper blank
for what can be added
by a pen with nothing to say
the page a silent white tundra
an ink stain on frozen lips