My words are meditating today

I set to write a poem a day,
but words don't obey me today.
They are helter skelter,
feel no loving attraction
to bind to one another today.

It's like being amidst the most beautiful
women of the world and
yet finding none beautiful
to hold one's attention,
desiring solitude without distraction.

My words are meditating today,
they want to find themselves first.
They don't care for others.
They are too tired
to be sharing love with others.

They will be back soon
in their theater
to play music to some tune.
They need a pause to be youthful,
flowing with juices once again.