In the valley of the drones,
everyone catches a few zzz-s
in the napping pods.
Absently murmuring snippets
of Neruda, Plath, or some other
distant relative of C++,
they let themselves
revel in wonder
only when their subconscious reigns.

Can you deconstruct Dickinson
into ones and zeroes?

A renegade keeps a picture of
Alice Walker on his desk.
She reminds him to “expect nothing,
live frugally on surprise…”
Sometimes he forgets to look up at her,
in-between all of the meetings
of great importance to someone
with a higher pay grade
and appetite.

We can’t all climb.
Some of us need to practice
the art of contentment.