Beneath a green-shaded lamp

thoughts cross my page like grasshoppers

skittering over blades of grass.

A beam of light casts a shadow beneath

               my pen

               my moving hand.

So many ideas

               waiting to be caught

               captured in the lines of my notebook.

No one knows

               one way or the other

               what I’m writing.

It’s a secret

               to share only with the green-shaded lamp

               who looks down at my page

               with bright-eyed wonder.