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