Doubt

Doubt

It’s doubt or concern 
that words will not come
or, if they do,
won’t find the knowing
that sparked the start

That feeling of heh
not there, not yet 
Walk away, go outside
inhale moist air
let the lines brew

Once begun,
the poem has a life
independent
What must it say?
get you out of the way?
It feels pressure 
hands off
let it chill
day    week    year

But today, pick it up—
words carve their path 
through dense 
blooming broom