Poem: Notebook

Notebook

By Glenn Currier

These lines are mine shafts

I dig with my pen

in an unseen light.

Each letter and word

hunched between the layers

crevasses and cracks

reveal a sapphire or ruby,

rusty ore

or decaying matter.

But even the decay

turns to fuel

if I cherish and caress it

with the tip and dip

of my pen

if I refine it

in the pauses...

that now and then

become moments of splendor.

It is a mystery to me

why I do not come here more often

to explore

and discover

these heights and depths. 

"Notebook," Copyright 2012 by Glenn Currier