absent minded journalist

think, think. her thoughts wandered.

she stared at the ceiling, the wall, out the window,

eveywhere except the page.

she held the pen in her hand, tapping it on her wrist.

the words evaded her and escaped her focus.

she sighed and rubbed her eyes.

not tonight i guess, she told herself,

maybe tommorow.

i will try it again tomorrow.

mh