Some days

words don’t come,

thoughts don’t flow

as if I’ve forgotten all I know.


On these days the tendency mine

is to get angry,

push harder

to craft something fine.


What I've forgotten on those days

is that

the “magic” happens in

sitting down,

standing up,

sharpening the pencil

the chisel,

picking up the brush

and doing it

Every. Single. Day.