Unwritten Poem

I didn’t write my poem today.

It was cold,
but I was out on my writing porch, inadequately dressed;

now back inside, but I’m regretting
not writing that poem.
What was it that distracted me?

I guess it was my Facebook
business, fussing
about the stuff I did yesterday—

especially that fiddler’s dance collaboration with Lorriann,
like moonlit strings on the sea
my fiddler be lookin’ for thee