With a pencil in hand, I sit with a mind wide open

The blank space lays patiently until I see the lines 

behind my eyes ready to melt through my fingers. 

Tip to page, the graphite wears thin 

as I sketch the images my mind speaks. 

The tips of my lips tilt upwards

and I feel the pride swelling-

just another step

in improving.

(The art calls for life

and I bring it forth

with paper and lead.)