Untitled Poem

Working late

night eyes are fatigued

Screens stares at me

bright with intent

searing my corneas

laptop, tablet, phone,

tablet, phone, laptop

an ommatidia of pixels

in a never ending loop

I stare back

Helpless

The photo remains static

in boundless silence

the crickets are huddled underneath their winter blankets

no one is awake

Permutations in quicksand response. gone

as an unnamed emerald hued insect beats its wings. Ephemeral.

Trying to remember the feel of upraised inked letters against my fingertips

I listen to note of Coltrane

the screen is on