Turning The Page

I have just returned from a quiet journey to the coast of my country, Canada.  The atmosphere was serene, the air was crisp albeit on chilly side.  But my family was warm and giving.  I wondered how empty I was or am, because words didn't come spilling over sheets of paper.  Now that I'm back, I'm not sure what nonsense I'll be spinning.  

I pinned this quotation to the fridge by William Staff

                                                  What can anyone give you greater
                                                  than now, starting here, right in
                                                  this room, when you turn around?




Thinking

There is nothing
to say today.
No words come
bubbling to my 
brain.  More of
this and less of
that.

I need a thinking
hat where
words can spin.
Be true and cast
out tales of all
that has been.

And a passageway
to let memories in.