How about a Poem

It seems the worst thing you can do when drawing a blank is to amble through the thoughts of those who don't seem to be as stuck as you. In fact it is so corrupting that like television, sometimes I must swear off the internet for a period of time. How long? Until I can see clearly again. For now I'm trying some poetry.

I stayed in
for a pounding rain,
timed flash to thunder
in a hurricane.

Doors ajar
struck with fear,
fury and darkness
move far to near.

Beneath a dinosaur,
path unaligned,
will it touch down
is now the time.

Brilliant light,
fraction of time,
clapping resound,
a foot hit the ground.

Now wait,
and wait more?
Where is
the dinosaur?

But no closer comes
peril this day,
relieved so
that fate had it's way.

The journey over,
pleased how all fared,
I step through the door,
breath the sweet sweet air.