Sometimes,
like a dam slowing the flow of water,
worries flood the imagination,
stop the eager stream of words.
For days the muse has stranded me,
abandoned me,
left me blocked against a barrier
that I cannot push away.
Today I cease to struggle,
turn to flowers,
take five blooms bright as suns,
fill five shot glasses with water
let my imagination find expression
in a different way
and find a smile.