Sitting in front of open fire,
hand supporting MacBook Pro
balancing on arm of chair….
From a crashing, like breaking glass
I wake from my cosy oblivion…..
Only a dozey voice in my head screams;
laptop splayed out on the carpetless floor
is undamaged, yet sits like a
stunned baby, unsure where he is.
Miracles every moment,
all around us……
Water into wine?
Flying laptops unharmed?
They certainly do.