The peacefulness of its blue light
blinking into my catnap
never stirs me from my daydreaming,
rather lets me know
my computer is waiting for my next move.
Just like the cursor
when it turns on and off,
that blinking blue light tells me to come
whenever I'm ready, so my computer will be too,
it seems to love the touch of my fingers.
I'm only so happy to be obliged.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera