having not written
my full 300 words
in damn near five days,
i expected to struggle to even get past
the first hundred mark

but here i am
skating over into the two-hundred zone

and i should have known
i should have known

it’s not that i’d forget
poetry-writing
or block it up
for future poetics

it’s that i haven’t been able to get things
out
in days

and i am a fountain
about to unleash
a river’s worth of flow;
a dam
that is bursting at the seams
with words and stanzas
and ideas and dreams
[and, of course, metaphors and similes]
there is a flood of poetry
erupting from me

i really should have known