It’s more than dots and dashes,
It’s a place.
A sanctuary for those who’ve learned
To love the mysterious magic of
Thoughts arriving in mile-long strings
On roads of ether or wire.
Even more, it’s peace,
A shield from the disordered sounds
Of traffic, angry people
And industrial clutter
clatter,
Within its warm mantle
We find soothing respite.
And the patter of bright ideas it is,
The sharp focusing of others’ thoughts
From miles beyond our vision’s range,
And in a dream we sit so still,
It floats in our ears and stirs our
minds
With concern, remembrance, speculation
And mirth.
And code is music,
From sounders and speakers it dances
In the shack to each sender’s inner
clock,
And comes butter-smooth, deliciously
swinging,
Or choppy staccato from a “fist”
praising definition,
Or perfectly metered, flowing
exquisitely
From the gentle hand of an artist.
A place,
And peace,
Intelligence and
Music.
Code is more than dots and dashes.
(Donated
by Herman Willemsen. Source: Troy Weidenheimer,
W0ROF)