The pen helps my thoughts to flow
With the paper capturing each as they go
Most of the time through the ebb and flow
I find a way to let go
Finding the rhythm
Through the contact made
Of pen and paper
My brain relaxes
Quiets it’s chatter
And I’m finally able to listen
To the quiet that exists
Nothing else needed
As I heed the call to put pen to paper
Some don’t understand the workflow
Of sitting down letting the fluidity of action
Take over the space between the lines
Writing past the margins
Things become clear
My mind shifts and then I’m ready to begin