Shade of a problem

I don’t really know what to write

and that, itself, is not so much a problem

only the shade of a problem.

 

The problem is thinking “I don’t know what to write”

and then not writing –

only thinking about not writing

and not, actually, writing.

 

Oh dear –

what a muddle of thoughts

a tangle, a jumble

sluggishly lumbering, encumbering thoughts

echoing ’round and ’round

till there is no way out –

 

and each points the way back,

a signpost in the dark,

to this one thought, the original thought:

“I don’t know –”

 

and here is the problem,

which is actually only the shade of a problem,

because the problem lies not in knowing

but in doing.