Writer’s Prayer

Somebody find the cable!
The music plays,
And the dancers parade.
Somebody find the cord!
Images, not stills, flow
In epic interaction,
Intimate satisfaction.
Somebody find the program!
Let me download
What plays in overload.
It flickers like a candle,
Drips drops on the page;
It’s coaxed with thousands of words,
Hoping to evoke a host of emotions.
Hand down the rope,
Help me swim and float
Until the telling
Is done.