Sauvignon Blanc

One of those nights,

Maybe I'll write.

But my mind feels dry

Just like this wine.

Glass one, two, three, four.

Maybe if I shut the door.

Enclose myself,

Put the glass on the shelf.

Get a few words,

Okay, this sounds good.

Thoughts pop in

And out again.

Damn.

That was almost something.

Sometimes it flows,

And I just know.

Other times,

I have to pry.

I had a good ending,

But I gotta admit,

It completely slipped my mind.

Another swig or two,

Something to do

While I wait for the inspiration to hit me.

Ten, eleven, twelve, one.

It seems as if the wine has won.

Trying to find the phrase,

These hours feel like days.

I hate to force,

But I can't find the source

Of my art this quiet night.