Poem: "Pointing the Way"
This poem was inspired by a prompt from janetmiles and sponsored by dianavilliers. It honors December 9 as the 40th anniversary of the computer mouse.
Pointing the Way
It began as a block of wood
with one red button
and a wire connecting it to the computer.
Underneath, two wheels
tirelessly measured the X and the Y.
It evolved,
smoothing its shape
to meet the user’s need.
It learned to scamper on one spherical foot.
Buttons divided and multiplied.
Today it is different yet again,
gliding silently on a tread of scarlet light,
wireless and sleek.
For forty years it’s been pointing the way.
Not feline claws, but clever human hands,
refined the form of this mouse.
Pointing the Way
It began as a block of wood
with one red button
and a wire connecting it to the computer.
Underneath, two wheels
tirelessly measured the X and the Y.
It evolved,
smoothing its shape
to meet the user’s need.
It learned to scamper on one spherical foot.
Buttons divided and multiplied.
Today it is different yet again,
gliding silently on a tread of scarlet light,
wireless and sleek.
For forty years it’s been pointing the way.
Not feline claws, but clever human hands,
refined the form of this mouse.