Ode to Annie's Summertime

Sitting here fiddling,
Dithering and diddle.
Past night's middle.

For the time being
Time's being mine
To mine my mind.

At arm's length away,
A pixellated light array
Intends me to stay.

But unresolving and surrounding,
Around and abounding,
Annie's voice is sounding.

She minds this moment,
Making aether real,
For real.

And it is nice.1 2

1 This poem was inspired by Annie Lennox's cover of Summertime. See https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFAYmmfy9Ck.
2 I declare this to be my own work, entirely. In particular, no AI was used in any research, analysis, synthesis, writing, nor typesetting of this work. In short, AI was not recruited at any time in this work. Errors and inaccuracies are therefore proudly my own.