The Room
When he looked up from the computer screen
he saw things he had never seen.
The door was closed.
The books on the shelves
stood like sentinels
guarding the mysteries within
and beyond.
The television screen was blank
only waiting for a pulse of electrons
to spring to life
and create moving objects
that carried words through the ether
to waiting eyes
perched on sofas and chairs
expectantly desiring news that would inspire
and bring hope.
The clutter was comforting,
and created opportunities for action
that he had ignored in the past.
Would a tangle of cables
and old technology
create work that would distract,
or would it frighten him
into catatonic slumber?
He decided to open the door,
and to venture into the light of day,
carefully covering his body
with protective gear
and carrying magic
in his hands
to keep the demons away.