Poem About Not Being Able to Write a Poem

My ELA class went on a field trip recently, and while we were in the museum we were supposed to write a poem. I couldn't think of anything, and when we went to the computer lab to type our poems up I spent 45 minutes with nothing in my head. Then, in the final five minutes, I wrote this. I would say it's the best poem I've written.

Poem About Not Being Able to Write a Poem

I'm thinking
And thinking
And thinking
And thinking
And inside my mind, there's not a single idea.
It's a wide blank space
Empty and devoid
Like a field just after a snowstorm.

I'm still thinking.

In the gray dawn
When only the birds have stirred from their nests
And the snow
The white, clean snow
Without so much as a footprint on it
Unmarred and perfect
Is lying on the ground waiting for sunrise
Maybe then would be a good time to write a poem.
But not now. Not in the electronic media room.

I'm still thinking.

And I know that maybe, in a few seconds,
I'll look back at the first stanza
And realize that I hate this poem
If this is a poem at all
And I'll hit backspace
And all the words and the lines
Will get smaller and shrink
Down to nothing
And maybe then would be a good time to write a poem.
But not now, not with noise and voices everywhere.

I'm still thinking.

And there is nothing but nothing to write.