Ode to My Laptop

Since when did I start looking
for the easy way?
Bowing to convenience
at the expense of a better experience?
Nearly two decades ago,
my first laptop was a source of wonder,
a vessel big enough to hold
all the stories I could pour into it.

But lately I haven't wanted to wait
the minute or two it takes
for even this newer, sleeker
machine to power on.
And yet I wonder
where have all my stories gone?
Though my phone never leaves me,
it isn't quite conducive to creativity.

I want to be deliberate
and devote time to my art, my craft
instead of tapping out a passing thought
and calling that day's writing output
Good Enough.
I will make space
for what I love best,
make a cup of tea and sit at my desk
to write with my laptop,
knowing I'll never fill it up.