Be a lily, don’t toil or spin—
that’s the way hackers break in.
The clicking you feel
when one piece gives way
is like the thought on a walk
when you know what to say.
Words you weren’t searching for flow.
The solution to the problem you weren’t solving,
when you stop hacking at it, can come and go.
The lock is never picked.
The cylinder does not know open
does not know closed.
Locks never lock
and only when you make
an in and out
only when you fall alone
in the forest of a wall.
The problem does not know solved
does not know stuck.
A spinning coin does not know its last flip
does not change its luck.
And I know it’s easier for some
like relaxing into feeling the cylinder’s way
but speaking to me is sometimes like
a cylinder in a door
never the right words
never the wrong words
only the speaker opening and closing
finding out as she goes what for her is locked
checking door by door
feeling click by click
listening to hear if the pin has dropped
if the spinning has stopped
trying not to try so hard
not the lock
not the door
but her own entrance