Keyboard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Keyboard

My fingers
not so friendly with the keys
run across the keyboard
side to side
and screen reveals what is on my mind.

But not all.

I think of the first time I wrote
or pretended to write
holding a pen
or what I considered to be a pen.

It was, possibly
a fallen stick from a tree
or a spike from an echidna.

And finally a pen
in it ink processed to last long.

Inventions and findings bury one another
they do so as do sand-dune
burying the marbles and the stones
and…