Posted October 4, 1999 19:15
| Category: Poetry Drafts
| #
Sitting alone in a cubicle
The glow of the computer screen
Illuminates my face.
Harsh flickering fluorescent lamps overhead;
Faint whirring of cooling fans;
Hum of flyback transformers in computer monitors;
Sound of keys tapping;
Shifting in my chair;
The CD player stopped hours ago.
It is late.
Co-workers have long gone home.
And I am left alone
Alone with my whirring box of electrons
As I form a new structure
Out of nothingness.
I notice none of these things, however.
Enraptured, I do not eat, drink, or go
To the bathroom.
I do not see the dark sky through the window,
Stars and moon have been waiting for me.
I do not hear any sound.
Only the subvocal murmurs in my head
As I construct my new universe.
Some say that God created the world in six days,
Only resting on the seventh.
If that is so,
I think I know
What that must have felt like.
(C) 1999 William R. Ward
All Rights Reserved
October 4, 1999
0 comments
Comments:
Sorry, posting new comments is disabled at this time. Please email
me instead.
Last updated: 09/19/2007
William R. Ward, bill@wards.net
