Blanks (a poem)

Blank screens

Blank pages

A dead-quiet room; a vacuum

the hardest places to start

the most inspiring


What words will come?
What lines will be drawn?

Which notes played?




Filled with hope, and dread.


The outcome is forever altered

a letter

a mark

a sound


That space is changed.


Everything from this point forward

is a result of a first impression

spiraling outward

on and on