Writers' Block and Earplugs

After 420something poems,
it struck in the Super 8 Motel
in Moab, UT, writer’s block,
where no words pour forth
regardless of how many photos
I have browsed, how many articles
I have perused, how many snowy
roads I have traveled today.
We’ve all heard of it and many
suffer terribly, taking to bed,
speaking to therapists,
buying a new dog or going shopping
for black cocktail dresses.
I search under the bed for
the cure to loud music,
annoying television shows,
snoring partners, and writers’block,
a small plastic case of foam
ear plugs to block out this
whole world of distractions.
Now I can write.