Oh, the joy of pen and hand
Coming together
To create
As boundless as time
Yet we wear watches warily waiting
The freedom of words
To flow
To etch on off-white paper
Feelings
History
Hours passing
Phone calls like owl’s eyes
Watching, peering
Remindful of responsibility
Productivity
Night grown cold
Fingers shaking
I am awake and you are with me
Still it is I
I alone
I hold the power
To shape my life
To make it flower
Working on using the power more wisely.
yes you do and I hope you do.
Working on it!