I stare at the bar as it fills with cyan.
I count the seconds between 12%
And 13%. High speed internet
Isn’t as fast as light, or even sound.
I’m mesmerized by the bi-polar
Countdown climbing up and then
Plummeting downward. My mind drifts.
I imagine the bar as a trough
Of water upon a hot stove.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen