If you’re alone
with your thoughts long enough
eventually
the pen will
take on a life of its own
but all the brooding
in the world
doesn’t excuse not
writing the Berlin Wall poem
and it doesn’t really
matter what happens
to your stolen clothes in Prague
seeing castles and canals
is impressive
German villages along
the Elbe River inspire awe
& certain numbness of cliché
overtakes a solemn moment
of pure reflection
and in the end
there are no excuses
for not writing this poem
but what you’re really
afraid of isn’t that
what you’re really
afraid of is that
in the end
it doesn’t really matter
that you didn’t write that poem
10-17-97
Amsterdam