The World in My Hand

By: Kashish Singh

It sits cradled in my palm

Dark and quiet like a void
Then I push a single know
And the world is in my hand

It sings to my touch
And quiets at my whim
Warming my hand as time flows by

It sends me to places
And people to
And its always with me
Even though it shouldnt be

But I can never resist

Having it come along
Sitting warm in a pocket

Sometimes I question
How can it be
Connecting me so far
Yet it still can

Sometimes else I question

The existence of this gift

How can it be

It speaks to its brothers

And strange cousins too
Always so faithful
To me and to you

Always whispering to my ear

And giving my voice to others
As the world sits within my hand
Then fades away to black