iThink

iPhone

a poem in which I think about both the important

and the absurd

iPhone for you

to hear yourVoice

and​​ iHope you will hear mine;

to listen to bits of yourDay

and talk about some of mine

myHope is to reKindle a bit​​ 

Of our jointLiving and not

let the days pass without

usMarking them somehow.

By hearing yourVoice.

iPad myLife with those

around me so that the​​ 

edges of myDays are​​ 

not as sharp and so the​​ 

angles at which​​ iPitch

to and fro

are not as steep.

I see you only inContext​​ 

of​​ myMyths

that iCreate but you​​ 

remain as steady and

as​​ sure as always.

youAre the rock on

which iBalance.