When Pen Hits Paper
Location
when pen hits paper there’s an explosion
somewhere within my chest
somewhere between after and before
I’m left helpless
it starts in the brain
an idea
and like a string it ties itself to every muscle
and knots around the wrist
then with a twist I feel my arm insist on this
I’m left helpless
the idea is plotted out
between the charcoal and smudges
between graphite and tiny eraser nudges
and at last I’m free
this is the glory
that the knot is loosened
the strings untied
and life exemplified in work left behind
from this I find
when pen hits paper
all around me coincides to the noise inside
even the silence hears the world cease its movement
movement from the hand to the pen
and all over again
that's when life is still for one moment
one beautiful moment
when pen hits paper