poised

cursor blinks in readiness,
impatient to wand around the blankness,
leaving spoor to be found
still moist and steaming on the cold page.

hah, so cursor really poised this time–
there lies the immediacy
so oft spoken-one’s cursor is
always poised, we just forget
it sometimes.
we live our beliefs, expectations
and generally a cursor-less life-
never confronting what’s right
there in front of us, never appreciating
what’s in our face,
because we see our
face
as separate from the
page.