Wired

Long ago,

Something,

For it couldn’t have been someone,

Lured me to a seat at the game,

That remains compulsory years later,

Still void of learning the rules

Or finding who the winners or losers are.

Even as I obsess over shadows

I cast about the space

Like a man awaiting the doorbuzzer

Or phone call,

Chanting to himself

That it will ring,

That it will buzz,

That the anticipation will arrive.

Somnolence resounds like

The bottom depths of the abyss,

Save for the sound of cards

Being quickly shuffled

Making me twist around

To an otherworldly creature careening off the everywhere,

Its ominous wings flapping like cards

Too wired to sleep…

Like me,

Long ago.