I just want to pick up my pen and write,
Not to take notes, doodle, or draw;
Not to write an earth-shattering tome or speech to change the world;
Not to parse verbs, diagram sentences, or translate Greek.
I just want to write...
To feel the weight of the pen in my hand,
To see the ink flow from nib to paper,
To marvel at this ancient, gravity-fed machine,
To watch pen caress paper in the dance that is writing.
Smoothly, gently-ink flowing as a river of blue,
Across and down the page as I write;
Elegant normalcy, beautiful unremarkability,
Sublime typicality...pen and ink.