How to write what isn't there

Often, when I sit down to write I have no idea what it is I want to say. I try not to be afraid. Instead of fear I take my hoe and, in the early morning light with the dew bending the flowering grasses as if in prayer, I chop slender thistles. Perhaps this is enough to return to the page?

Often when I sit down to write I have no idea what it is I want t…