the blank page

you ponder the blank page.
the open
day.
the clear blue sky
before you.
with no where to be,
no love
in town,
you've got a plate of
hours
to fill with whatever
comes your way.
no list of chores,
no bills
to pay,
no where to be seen
or heard from.
perhaps you'll sit
here and let your
fingers dance across
the key board
and fill these open
spaces,
fill the ominous
blank page.