Awakening at dawn; a new paper, a new pen
The ink has just dried on yesterday’s entry
As I begin anew
What shall I write today what shall I do?
Comedy, tragedy, somewhere in between?
Who will be the players in today’s parade?
Crisp new 100 bond sheets
Or carbon paper echoing the past
Will I write with a fine point giving attention to detail
Or a broad nib living expansively
A safe and pedestrian ink of blue or black
Perhaps something exotic like burnt orange or magnetic turquoise
May my hands be guided with wisdom.