Today’s prompt is to write a poem about a tool. I’m not sure if a tv remote is considered a tool or a convenience, but to me…yeah, a tool.

Lost somewhere in couch cushions
Frantically searching
My show has started
Freaky panic
What am I going to do??
Change the channel manually?
Finding missing socks
Candy wrappers
Loose change
Pushing buttons
Changing big screenery
Hyperventilation stops
Breathing slows
Settling back into the couch
Like a heavy rock of relaxation
Wishing the mute button
Worked on people