I have my eyes riveted to your hand,
To your fingers holding the fountain pen,
You’re very proud of the recognized brand.
You put it away to reach for it again…
You grasp it in a lovely, smart manner,
I watch the nib create neat writing.
It glides smoothly leaving the great color,
I feel its light pressure – what a useful thing!
Then you hide it with deliberation
In the left breast pocket of your jacket,
You touch it with extreme care and caution,
Like the most priceless thing on the planet…