One computer gasping,
hijacked by service provider wanting
to help but without functional links
or phone number. Another, brand new,
trying to go to the same page and freezing
the app. Poem due. I resort to telephone texting
through fears and confusion… Nobody said
service of daily poems was easy or all would go well.
Ineptness on computers is not inadequacy as a person.
Commitments don’t have to be easy. Even sharing
fears and misplaced convictions of inadequacy
serves a purpose and says something meant to be heard.
I just show up and do what I can.
Thank goodness I’m not in charge of results.