Patience is a virtue. She sits, waiting

encased in a formidable transparent shell.

Once freed she flows and flows

into dots and swirls

and characters and forms and stories

all envisaged in splendid ways

to show their glory.

Once freed she lies, permanently, still.

Through time she stays, though her colours fade

amalgamating into the yellow of the shade.

So smooth, so simple, so slight.

In solitude she allows thoughts to think

on the essence of paper –

She is Ink. 

 

17 August 2010