A Terabyte of Memory

Again this morning a tiny
bread crumb of a voice
I hear inside me hope

It is that small me, sure as day runs
that everything I desire
waits just beyond this keyboard

to be tapped out by evening in zeros and ones

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s