My laptop, iPod
Lie flat against the bottom
So conveniently
Like any other
Modern obsession we can’t
Treat with disregard.
Photographs will not
Surround the case, because I
Don’t have that many,
But even a past,
Abandoned lifetime deserves
A few muttered prayers.
The books occupy
The most space, as they always
Have, wordy giants:
Trilogy of elves,
Halflings and wizards warring
For the fate of men;
Two men discover
English magic on stormy
Moors, under gas lamps;
And a genius’s
Soul mate writes their adventures,
Hands steepled in thought;
And not forgetting
The others that have carried
Me down the road.
May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
My laptop, iPod
Lie flat against the bottom
So conveniently
Like any other
Modern obsession we can’t
Treat with disregard.
Photographs will not
Surround the case, because I
Don’t have that many,
But even a past,
Abandoned lifetime deserves
A few muttered prayers.
The books occupy
The most space, as they always
Have, wordy giants:
Trilogy of elves,
Halflings and wizards warring
For the fate of men;
Two men discover
English magic on stormy
Moors, under gas lamps;
And a genius’s
Soul mate writes their adventures,
Hands steepled in thought;
And not forgetting
The others that have carried
Me down the road.