Restless Heart

The heart is restless
today
unhinged, unmoored, untethered

my feet grind me to work
my mind flies at tangents

poetry fills my waking moments
it fills my dreams too
along with
doubts

am I writing anything worth reading
has every writer felt this way
how do we write in profound ways
or do we not even attempt that
but write

do we write as a craft
or write to unburden the overflowing mind and heart

heart and mind and work
do not together flow
not today
no