I look around
These ravaged times
Discovering struggling bits and bytes
Pick them up to make them chime
And wonder at their flights!

I am a healer
Of words that lie disparaged
In heaps on highways where no one treads
And suture them to build a maze
Or simply sculpt the lonesome shreds!

I click to move, I click
To stay with a sparkle that may spark
Itself into a raging fire that wildly talks
Until it’s tamed to light my ark
And helps melt thoughts turned to rocks!

I love to surf, I love
The turf that goes up and down
And has surprises all along.
I love to roll on grass that’s mown
It’s here that I often sing my song!