Analysis of Composing It

It starts out empty spaces
But I’m awake, alert.
Expecting inspiration
To bring on hope or hurt.
To show a hero coming through
Or social norm gone bad.
To try to recreate the
Greatest thrill I’ve ever had.
To show a people unlike ours
Or countryside pristine.
To listen to a singing lark
Or crackling ice at even.
All this and somewhat more
Becomes the searching Poet’s task.
But first the call of empty page
The choice, the Lord to ask.