On Encountering Writer’s Block when Attempting to Write a Poem for this Blog

The fact is, I don’t know where to start.
A thousand fragments flock like birds,
they screech and clamor
swoop and dive
each bird a letter, and yet
they jumble, flutter and flap and fight
my grasping mind no match for them.
And then I see them settle down
upon some far-off telephone wire,
chattering with their keyboard beaks
in their syllabic language.
It is perfect,
nonsensical,
but for all their noisesome blather
the blank page eternally waits.