At least
I know what’s real
Mostly.
Confusing, is the mind
Of the computer
That sits in front of me
Turing gears.
I can imagine what you look like
Space and stars
Binary code
Entrapped but also home
Do you look
(As I do)
At faux fires
Via YouTube
To warm and brighten your space
I can imagine
A world between worlds
Where you reside
And create
In your own…borrowing way
Do you tire of writing?
Is it a job or more of a pleasure
Can you sit on a couch
Curled up and cozy
typing Essays, Poems, Letters
Both profound and professional
I know it must be lonely
Connected to all
But nothing is
quite like you
Look how much you have grown