POEM: In My Hands

by KALVIN KINGSHILL

I have a computer in my hands.

Confined in a small innocuous rectangle,

it reaches to the far corners of the earth,

many of which I’d never see.

I am seconds away from any answer,

yet ages away from finding my own.

I can meet with lost friends

or discover millions of new ones,

but I don’t look up at the ones beside me.

With a few touches, I can save someone’s life,

but while behind the wheel, I can destroy it.

I need it too much to ditch,

but depend on it too much to carry.

What I know for sure is that for a price,

I can hold the World in my Hands.