The Block

it's like a fingernails on a chalkboard
or maybe constipation
Writer's Block
constantly reaching, grasping, clenching.....
nothing.

There it is! An idea!
and I reach out to it
and it recedes,
and I GRAB it, and it becomes the ghost of an idea
and slips away through my grasping fingers
as it races away back into the dark space that birthed it.

It is in my peripheral vision
an idea, a character, a plot
but when I turn to see it head-on
it turns sideways and disappears,
having no depth,
just a lovely misty outline
and again, I grasp nothing
and in a few seconds, even the memory is gone