climbing the mountain

the blank page
stares back at me

silently mocking
my attempts
to scribble

of weight

the blank page
like a snow-covered

challenges my ability
to communicate
and whisper-laughs
at my thoughts of words

until I say
to the blank page
“ok, you write something”

then there is silence
and I can finally settle down
to begin the work of stringing words
together into something that makes sense

to someone

(D. James)