Coming to my desk this morning
I once more sigh because there
is no pen in sight…
I go to the office supply cupboard
to collect (once more)
a handful of pens,
arranging them on my desk
in various places…
putting some in
my drawer for back-up,
knowing that tomorrow morning
I will repeat this useless ritual
while thousands of pens,
in that place where they all go,
dance and rejoice because they
are free to write the words they
choose ….. not the ones which
are dictated by my hand.
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-do-all-the-pens-go/
