The Blank Terrain

The Blank Terrain

My pen
dabbed the white terrain…
it was then I began to walk
over hills,
through valleys,
upon stones and
curving muddy trails.

The ink drizzled through
steep grasses
and toppled over mountain peaks.

When I stopped
I capped the pen.
I removed my boots
propping my legs upon
a wooden fence.

I glanced across the endless miles
and the pen
rolled off the page.