Eagerly: Ordinary Enthusiasm

Gentle pen
Slides over the paper,
Barely touching,
Fingers adjusting,

A micro-world
Unto itself,
Hand, plastic and metal
Function as one,

And yet my fibro-fumble
Slows the pace
And distorts the letters
On the page,

Difficult to read
And low on speed
But feels right
In the dim light;

Scratching away,
Life at play,
Leaning into the game,
The eternal lane,

Slipping across
The wood fiber highway,
Whose substance once
Grew from a planted tree.

Remarkable combinations
Arise spontaneously,
Just like the words,
Flying up freely.

Not sure where this is leading,
Or where it originated
But great fun
And better than ever.