So pressing onward, my phone up-raised
I listen for the heavenly voice so praised.
The vison appears, looming large on the webcam
As she leans. Time to get with the program.
I straighten my blouse to look in the mirror
As if my guide were to see the terror
That rose in my guts like pre-interview
Butterflies. From my mouth escapes a “Phew!”
As the shepherd on screen assures the ease
Of this hair escapade which won’t even tease
The cranium, and yet my brain says “um?”
Just moments past and its like chewing gum
Has lodged so near the scalp not even tugging,
Nor brushing can loose the python hugging
of tangled key strands of morning- wash’d locks.
A dampened amateur to race the clocks
Trying to spend less time than I can afford.