"The Pen and I Are Old Companions"

I am finally learning to reward myself for being a writer,

or a cistern

collecting gravity-bound drops of words together

saving them for a bright moment,

or a dark truth,

or simply an apt place for their release

 

I have at last accepted

that the pen and I are old companions

together making paper rue the day

when it stood blank against our indomitable will

 

If the sinews of my hand ever give up

their will to take the droplets

and distill them into verse,

like fine mountain shine from corn

then may my lips utter those distillations

in the presence and company of ears that may enjoy them

 

I am neither judge nor jury as to their content

or holy meaning

or even their sensibility

but am rather a taste-tester

enjoying their delicious spicy flavor

as they roll across my tongue and lips

bound for air ears and heaven

 

Yes, I'll have more please,

and one for my good friend the pen

 

 


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