Has Anyone Got A Pencil? Poem by Jeffry L Manion Manion

Has Anyone Got a Pencil?

Consider, if you will, the Number 2 pencil.
It's yellow with a black center
It is so ubiquitous it's invisible
Until you need it.

No one thinks about the pencil
It's just there and it always works
And when it works it will produce
And what it produces is magic

The impetus of a great idea begins with a pencil
The doodle becomes the sketch
The sketch becomes the base
And in the end it becomes magnificent

A world is transported into reality
The marks on the paper become beauty
The thought is made knowable
And all done with the lowly pencil

With it a mouse will drive a steamboat
An old man will go down to the sea
God will create humanity on a ceiling
And the mind of man is revealed

The seed of all knowledge is in its tip
A masterpiece can flow from it
A child can dream on a piece of paper
And all can be seen when that tip begins to move

So don't think about the pencil
It is not that kind of thing
Reach for it and let it work its magic
And universes will be formed

Has anyone got a pencil?