another day,
an empty page,
the blue sky's spot light hits the stage.
the dawning sun
my face upon
a bold soliloquy begun
of poetry,
or prose at least,
or bidding to the wedding feast.

another day
an empty stage
before the fates have turned the page.
before the
orchestra intones
a single chord, i sit alone.
before the cast
or crew arrive,
or sets and props have been contrived;

i sit in peace
upon life's stage.
before me, just an empty page.
no script to follow
and no  lines.
another day...an empty mind.