I tried to write today,
just like Mavis Beacon taught me.
Knuckles curled over asdfjkl;, my fingers at the ready,
but the keys refused to write anything of use.

I tried to write today,
just like Mary Oliver taught me.
I set my attention on high alert for something clever and true,
but nature withheld her cunning secrets.

I tried to write today,
just like Anne Lamott taught me.
How does one write five more poems before June’s end?
Bird by bird! Or is it word by word?

At any rate, I tried.