Keyboard

I love the keyboard

I get lost in the keyboard

My fingers dance

Across familiar terrain of the keyboard

Blank pages, limitless

A second home in the blank pages

From letters to words, to thoughts, to dreams

Tip Tip Tap

Crisp little keyboard

Happy little keyboard

Dress the letters in stories

And the pages with narratives

Sometimes I control the keys and other times they control me

Overwhelming and empowering

Captured, enraptured, enchanted by the words

The words I create

The worlds I create

Fall between the keys (read between the lines)

Write anything anything ANYTHING

I can imitate people, portray feelings, capture an atmosphere

Not only can I travel anywhere without leaving the room, but I’m the pilot

I choose the destination

And I can take you with me if you’ll let me

Might hit a few bumps, or encounter some spelling errors

Steady rhythm and then a sudden staccato, followed by a pause, before the dance continues

You can see into the words, right through them

But rarely do you see behind them

Behind them is an author with glasses and an oversized sweater.

She wear her hair up and types with one hand

She doesn’t think she’s anything special

Simple, plain, boring even

A made for tv movie plays in the background and the taste of orange is still on her lips

She’s in love with stories, and wonder

And dreams, and art

And she’s in love, at this moment, with the keyboard

The simple, plain, boring girl

And

The simple, plain, boring keyboard.