It was, truly, nothing
When I began – mere
Automatic scribble –
Then suggestions began
To surface, gasping,
Grasping for recognition.
Now, is it a
Saucer or a jet-wing?
You would think I should know;
The pencil is in my hand
After all …
But, still I hesitate;
Delaying decision:
My fingers begin
To twitch again.
12/9/2012