The Portal

The portal was opened too much

admitting too many sights and sounds

distracting and drawing

thoughts and energy

from where they were proposed to be.

So he narrowed his focus.

But it remained too wide

permitting in conversations and laughter

and news and sounds

of cars and trucks

and people and animals

distracting and drawing

his attention

from it was supposed to be.

So he narrowed his focus.

Then all he could see were his words

all he could hear were his sounds

all that troubled him were his thoughts

and all there seemed to be

was his voice

and his typing

as his fingers skated and checked across the keyboard.

This seemed just right.