WRITER’S BLOCK

He couldn’t think of anything

to write about, so he bought

a big hat and went to the beach.

The waves were bending over each other

like friends, and the clouds

were carrying soft-looking loads.

It was perfect.

The sand let everyone feel fine,

and the breezes followed

and found each other.

His hat held his head

in its soft hands.

Intersting thoughts swam

with easy strokes

through his mind.