On a train heading north to SLO
Other than the Bermuda Triangle like
Internet gap, the only way to go
Trying to go on line in iambic
comment on the news
Only to be awash again and again
with a lower power brew
In and out, on line off line
Losing patience, losing my mind
On the second floor tracks that give the train a rocking sway
My cursor and screen was in a
constant jumping display
But God loves a poet and He must
monitor my rhymes
He knew my patience was running out
of time
For reasons known only to Him an
inner suggest
Go to the bottom floor for coffee
and let your frustrations rest
To my surprise I found a Tech
Guardian Angel on her tablet pounding away
And immediately noticed at the lower
level a lot less sway
Also noticed she was on line without
interruption and unlike me in frustration did not curse
Time for this poet to his flight
from serenity losing iambics reverse
Not being a shy poet with a stranger
hard at work I began to converse
Learned she was in IT and was willing
to go to my blogging verse
Betting yet as the internet
interruptions got worse
She opened up her IT tech free info
purse
A prime example of why no matter what
vocation, race, or creed
Our human core will always reach out
to another human in need oout to co
She in a few seconds turned my phone
into an internet network to on the news in iambic comment
A woman nine years in Juneau, a tech
Guardian Angel that God on this trip to me has sent
© March 5, 2016, Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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