Sometimes
you sit at a table
You sit with a tablet
and a pen
Both waiting
Both ready
You sit
You look around
You stare at everything
in that room with you
You stare
at that empty tablet
that tells you
you have nothing to say
The palm of your hand
holds your heavy forehead
Keeps it from falling
on the table
on the tablet
out of reach
You close your eyes
and forget