That blank stare, neck cocked up at that blank

Screen. You want not to beg. You want only

The elusive idea, the original question, the timely

Answer. It’s not motivation that is lacking,

Only the electricity flying between neurons

That passes for insight that you can pass on:

All the right words in all the right places,

So that somewhere on the other side of this

Big blue planet, another human being reads

What you wrote and says, “Oh!” and “Yes!”

And “I had always thought it was only me…”