Work in Progress Process


Blank page awaits

No, it doesn’t wait on me—it’s a

Blank page

It doesn’t do anything


But I do

When inspired

Wait—must I wait for that?


It’s a process, you know

Discovery and meaning

I might not have just now


I might have them later

When in composing

Something happens


It’s here—hang on, it’s


On the way, I’m sure


And maybe with regret

I’m late waiting for Godot

The sun sets on my day


But wait—the

Breath of day is ending

Yet exhale and breathing-in of

Night is more inspiring!



(Waiting for Godot, a play by Samuel Beckett)