KEEP THE PEN MOVING!
in the silliest disguises.
Their mundane events contrast
sweetly to their profound importance.
We live through these real-life
allegories, sometimes without realizing
until years later. Like the composition
teacher blindly drilling her students,
"Do not thing, write,"
we sprint like lemmings with tunnel
vision, to our own ignorant bliss, not
stopping to pick the flowers, buy a
pastry and breathe the air of knowledge.
"Don't think, write."
"Keep the pen moving!"
The mantras of the racehorse writer,
perhaps a racehorse liver too,
cruising through life in plaid,
speeding enough to be the first
one to the next red light.
"Keep the pen moving,"
no time for planning.
Hesitation is laziness at best,
incompetence at worse,
and we can't have that.
So, I click my pen, unclick, click
again and move my hand, tip
hovering too far from paper
while I keep my mind