It starts with the firing of a neuron,
Electric signals racing to the muscles of your hand.

Klick clack go the keys,
Each press your intentional thought, emotion.

As you press enter,
A cascade of binary commands floods the wires of the machine.

Instantaneously, the signal is sent halfway around the country,
Received by my laptop like an arrow to the bullseye.

It only takes a second to load your message,
Another second to read it,

Another second for it to put a smile on my face.