Jam

Sometimes words don’t 
come so I 
don my boots
and head upstream 
looking for whatever 
is jamming up 
the flow logs
of pain limbs
of despair or
perhaps the wellspring 
of my wellbeing 
has run dry
there it is 
rock of happiness 
let loose from 
its peaceful mountain 
and lodged itself 
at the mouth 
do I dare
to dislodge it 
to dislocate and 
disturb or leave 
it be I
and mine behind