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