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.