Ode To Chargers
Ode to chargers
Not the wire plug in chargers for our modern day technology
But to the chargers that refuel
Re-energize
And bring life back to
Ode to the tall glass of water with not one
Not two
But three ice cubes that flow through my parched desert like mouth
Ode to the all natural vitamin D from the sun
Bringing life back to my pale ghost like skin
To the all around satisfying clicking sound
Bouncing off from my broken cased laptop keyboard
Ode to the scorching hot showers that burn my skin red
Re-liquifying my now flowing bloodstream
The fluffy croissants my mom brings home from work
Filling my empty stomach with delicious carbs
Ode to my telescopic mascara that glides over my eyelashes
Extending their length ever so smoothly
To the school desks that are so harsh on our backs
Cracking every vertebrae perfectly inch by inch as we arch back
Ode to the instant serotonin that rushes through my body
Seeing my dogs tail wiggle a hundred miles an hour as I walk in through the door
To the author whose books send a secret message
Hidden between the lines
So I say again
Ode to chargers
Not the wire plug in chargers for our modern day technology
But to the chargers that refuel
Re-energize
And bring life back to
