The Pen

by Phyllis Beebe

Words flow from my pen
in the ink.
How does the pen know
what I think?
How does it sense what
goes on in my brain?
The questions, the joys,
even the pain?
What is the magic
at work in between,
Persistant, invisable,
making thoughts seen?
Wonder of wonders,
that slim ballpoint pen
That puts all my thoughts
onto paper again.