Thought and Ink

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Lightning racing,
Putting pen to paper,
That ballpoint gliding,
A lion stumbling upon a newfound valley.
Electrical exchange,
Thoughts rearranged,
Smooth flowing lines of reasoning,
Blocks become estranged.
Cloud to ground,
Lost and found
In a new stream of reflection,
Argument bound.
Lightning racing,
Coffee in my cup,
My thoughts the ink is tracing,
Until my mind used up.