How I stopped writing

We visited the Red Shift once together,

do you remember?

Do you remember faltering into the darkness,

groping uneasily along walls, the sound of 

the red liquid running down the floating sink drain 

growing louder, as we moved closer?  

Cuyahoga Library, which shares some of my favorite NaPoWriMo writing prompts every year, asked  poets to write a poem that is an apology to your muse, explaining why you aren't there writing oftener, better, more clearly, passionately, universally, and/or eternally. This is it. The Red Shift is an installation created by Cildo Meireles at the Inhotim Museum.