You may as well write

The world is not waiting

for you to write a poem

so write, don’t write.

The world makes itself

every day

relentless with its energy

for renewal

it asks nothing of you

but you give it anyway

the labour of daily life

walking the world away from

and towards the sun.

What are you grateful for?

you ask your daughters

as you lay them down to sleep.

They are grateful 

that you took the time to ask.

The world is not waiting 

for you to write a poem.

Write. Don't write. 
You may as well write.