PEN ACTS

Written sometime in February 2011

The pen got stuck on the paper
it didn't know where to go
or what to do.
I just lifted it and it left a dot.
A harmless and lonely dot.
It may have many meanings,
but let's face it, it's just a dot.
Harmless.
Pen draw another,
and another,
and another,
and another,
and another.
Harmless, lonely, little dots.

Only now they formed a constellation.
and they can be quite suggestive.
Pen joined the dots.
Up came a first letter.
Why fooling around any longer?
I took it and wrote your name.
Then pen filled the spaces in the a and in the e.
It closed and filled the n.
Not happy enough it drew with its black ink between the rest of the letters.
It enclosed your name in a black box -long and narrow.
It covered your name until I could see it outstanding somehow.
And suddenly I saw the grave where you lay.