Fresh Page

Clean, white, fresh page,

like a new child, learning,

I fill this page, pen in hand,

with words and thoughts,

flowing freely, unhindered by abstract,

feelings here, not only words,

flowing from heart to hand,

the rivers of emotion, tumble,

fall upon a one dimensional,

microscope, for all the world,

to examine and scrutinize,

I am willing to plant,

that germ of thought,

in brains and minds,

as open as a fresh page.

© 1977 Carl Erickson