My pen

This pen
Smooth, as it's point glides
Like a skater across smooth ice
Now a double
Now a triple
Now leaving its graceful,
But bold
Mark across the smooth. Surface.

Smooth, smooth, smooth
What potential lies hidden
Inside the plastic cylinder?
Waiting......

Poised. Above the empty page
Through me
Through it
Making my drawing
Making my thoughts
Look so, so smooth!