Wireless

There's a poetic quality to wireless computing. I'm sitting outsiide on the Purdue campus posting this with my wireless Toshiba PDA. The post will travel, voiceless, through the air until a technological wonder prints it on Voice. Poems are like that. They float around in the space of the brain, voiced but voiceless, until articulated by tongue, teeth, and lips, and the wires of our hands, at which time they appear on paper. In this case, here.