Great Oak Gazette

Naomi Hales’29

Staff Writer

Shaking my leg,
Up, Down, Up, Down
Quick, rapid motions,
candle-like, almost;
flickering.

I stare down at the page before me,
a dark puddle of ink starting to form,
covering the ivory paper in a void.

Moving my hand,
letting the words flow
from my mind to the pen—
a delicate dance of thoughts,
transferred lightly, as to not tear.
Page or mind—that is the question.