roadblock

on the road
my face feels the wind
my brow the sun
my eyes focused, but
turned inward... lost?

my mind is racing
and has caused my stomach
to turn, slowly... and repeat.

i'm hiding behind my shades,
behind the wheel
stuck, waiting
for a pipe to burst
for the words to make sense
for my voice to rise
above the static
the static
that shields clarity
that rings in my ears
and won't let me
move forward
i can't even hold this pen
anymore... steady

the wind stops for a moment
the earth inhales
and allows me to
exhale
i'll repeat this several
times (daily)
until i've located

my muse, standing
on the other side
of the roadblock
that my mind has created.

©2009 Sean Muzzy