Sally's poem

 Este precioso poema lo escribió mi amiga Sally Thompson y ella misma nos lo recita:

Chosen

I am a piece of paper, upon a dusty shelf

I wait for ink to stain my sides, to re-invent myself

I lie here, still and silent; unfinished, not yet  whole

And long for print to pour in showers of words upon my soul

My purpose, as yet unfilled; my role still undefined

Perhaps I may, one day, a passing poet's fancy find

If I could choose, I'd have an artist take me in his hands

To cast his brilliant painted dreams across my barren lands

But when I am selected, I may not turn aside

My smooth-skinned form is there to serve, and cannot be denied

The print may resonate, or it may cut me to the heart

Whoever comes, I must submit my surface, to his art.