the wind like an ocean

I can't concentrate.
I have 5,000 words all at my fingertips.
But my hands won't find the right keys.
I have 5,000 stories that refuse to be told.
I have 5,000 ideas that will not be born today.

I slept with the windows open wide to let the ocean in.
Instead I was greeted with the loudest classic rock
providing the soundtrack to a neighbor's
breakdown/celebration at 2 am.
and suddenly I knew there was no ocean near.

a type of charm