My Writing Desk

I know it’s here somewhere
but where tell me where
I saw it last night
when I sat in this chair

I spent four hours scribbling
and scratching my head
and screwing up paper
and shaking my head.

My pen is still here
my blotter my ink
but where is my poem
I just cannot think

Has it dropped on the floor
is it under that book?
Is it tucked in those papers
Where else can I look?

There’s just one thing for it
this place is a mess
Now is the time

when I sort out my desk!