You never know when you might need it
to write a check for something big or
to get someone’s phone number or
to give yours, on a cocktail napkin,
or to doodle while you’re on the phone.
Your phone has a cord. People still
write checks sometimes. Men and women,
bright and brave at parties and bars,
still give each other their numbers, on
scraps of paper, like tangible wishes.
You still live — I still live —
in a world that needs a pen, somehow.
Oh, also, WordPress told me this morning that it’s my third bloggiversary. Thanks so much for being here along the way — I think some of you have been reading and commenting from Day One. Wow!