I press a key and instantly
with a flash of transformed sand
a screen's threshold opens up for me
to carry me from my homeland.

A chosen tap decides just where
my electron self will go today
and with whom my thoughts I'll share.
To which key should my finger stray?

For each one is a type of door
lined up like portals down a hall.
"Pick me!" they each seem to implore
with their beguiling silent call.

So at last I make my choice
and my destination flicks into view
where I bid greetings sans a voice
then pass through this door to be with you.