by: Rebecca Taylor

Fingers flying over a keyboard

Like reindeer preparing for take off

Messages to relay before minds are changed

Like television channels

Fear is in the heart of the sender

Like a giant iceberg in the sea

Chances to be taken

Like adventures unknown

Suppressing the questions she may have

Like flattened boxes for recycling

A second look at the screen

Like an athlete doing a double take

A long sigh drawn out

Like air escaping leaky tires

Send button clicked rapidly

Like a lightning bolt in the sky

Now the wait for a response in anticipation

Like a child waiting for Christmas.