Awakening

My pen is not / Some rigid thing, sir. / It goes the way of my mind. / And my mind, well, / there's no telling where that will go. / It - my pen, I mean, / (but nor my mind) – / It is not / dead wood. / Why, a Farmer told me once / it might even / waken the dead. / I believed Him, sir.

Pen on paper, digitized.