The ocean

I have been sitting here staring at this white screen for a long time.  It’s not that I can’t think of anything to say.  There are words.  I am so full of words that I could explode.  They are everywhere I turn, splashing about and crying out for my attention, but try as I might, I can’t make them flow neatly in a line one after the other.  Trying to tame my words is like trying to push the ocean through a straw.  So I sit here feeling full.  Warm.  Waiting for the words to line up and spill over to this place.