Poem: Of Mouse & Man

I move the mouse or does it move me?

Strange wee Ouija board that takes me

where I almost never need to go,

allows me, once in a while, to smile out the window(s), on the way to wherever – as some of my past lives flash by –

and at several things I might have wanted to be,

convinces me that where we click next is the ‘new me’ for right now the one with the ‘…