Writing against the grain

I had a first line in my head,
went to write it but it had fled.
I looked at the sky
and wondered why
this poet’s still lounging in bed.

Get up and get out, I said.
Put something real in my head.
See life in the raw
then write what I saw,
an adventurous poem instead.

 for Elizabeth Crawford  whose story this morning reminded me of a song which Lisa Minelli belted out in Cabaret, “What good is sitting alone in your room….”