A Mark and A Dot

It glides over the canvas.
Smooth, dark and still.

Forming lines
Marks
A space
A few more lines
One more mark
Dot.

From scribbles, a picture forms.
A word on paper,
A tapestry in mind.
Sharp, bright and alive.

A line
Two marks
A space
One more line
A few more marks
Dot.

From the strokes of my pen,
I see what only I understand.