Holding On

Every night my
computer sits
like a boring,
loveable dog.

Created for imagination
For someone with
patience.
Tonight, for a
transient
moment,

My computer
leaks heat
softly onto
my
lap

And
the glow resonates
in my gaze
and my mind.

I have
no visions for it
Just like
it
is of no use
to me.

And yet here we are.

Illustration by Doug Ross