Out of stillness

Working these days on the house to get the siding up and painted before the rains, I'm once again in a perilous state of creative stasis, a slack tide in which every notion that once had movement is floating aimless, enervated, embryonic in the stillness of my mind, which, but for all the commotion that appears to enlist me--at work and at home--has crept as stealthily as a drug into the rooms of my life, a stillness that floods with out notice the very reserves I depend upon for sustenance; but here and even now the tide is rising again!