The Long Blank

Let the light see the dark of me
as the mind churns
the new fable
Morning fades
and I must face down
the long blank page
white with hope
white with distance
white with possibility
white as the dream it aspires to contain
it is all and nothing
and will contain all and everything
stories half conceived
but fully written
wisps of thought
conjured from the fingertips
onto the paper
if only to clear head space
for the next deluge
even composed of ether
the bits and bites
the page awaits my effort
rough or refined
it comes unbidden
and I am compelled to record
the words
they arise